This is a song about "Bar mitzvah"

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

It's my lyrics, my music, i'm the crafter and composer bar

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I now raisie the bar higher

Every bar is monumental

To dream is to live life’s full potential

See, i like the person that you are

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

You get close but no cigar

Waiting for me to raise the bar

They setting the bar low,

Down just so we can grow

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I walk into the fuckin bar