This is a song about "Bar rapping"

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

So much hate in just one bar

'bout to get my other car

Simple bar spitting then going home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

They setting the bar low,

But seemingly believe it though

Just to let you know, you are

Waiting for me to raise the bar

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Don't speak when i'm rapping

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

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