This is a song about "Bar rapping"

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

She is far bizarre

I guzzle up at the bar

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

I am capable of rapping,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Ever since i started rapping,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce