This is a song about "Bar crawl"

Ballin til the buzzer blow

They setting the bar low,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

The engine in back of my car

And dont start it in a bar

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

When i step up out the maserati car

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

There's stories i could tell ya that would make spines crawl,

Waiting for me to raise the bar

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Make sure to give them my all

Crawl and avoid the sprawl

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

You the party baby i'm just the guest list