This is a song about "Bar rapping"

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

The wrong drink, the right work

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

I'm in my other car

And dont start it in a bar

So much hate in just one bar

That gal want me ride har

But he don't rule a thing

I am capable of rapping,

She prayed on me passing that bar

Just to let you know, you are

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star