This is a song about "Bar rapping"

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

You're in a seminar

She prayed on me passing that bar

6 o's pay for my car

Drunken bastard from a bar

I am capable of rapping,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Ever since i started rapping,

Simple bar spitting then going home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free