This is a song about "Bar one"

And once you at a bar

Young money, d-town's all star

You use up all your brain to make up one bar while i just use a little bit.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Simple bar spitting then going home

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

She is far bizarre

And dont start it in a bar

I know i've came so far

Cause i'm raising the bar

I guzzle up at the bar

How simple they are