This is a song about "Bar one"

Ok you think a nigga shallow

They setting the bar low,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Every bar is monumental

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

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

She prayed on me passing that bar

That gyal want mi ride har

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I raised the bar and i did it with one hand

See, i like the person that you are

It was low but now i raised the bar