This is a song about "Bar rapping"

And dont start it in a bar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Pulling down her skirt

I walk into the fuckin bar

The engine in back of my car

That gal want me ride har

And once you at a bar

Simple bar spitting then going home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

They setting the bar low,

That's a new flow

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out