This is a song about "Bar code"

Well, that's what you are

Drunken bastard from a bar

I walk into the fuckin bar

That gal want me ride har

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Its etched in my genetic code forever

Although thought that we would grow

They setting the bar low,

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint