This is a song about "Bar rapping"

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

That gal want me ride har

Just listen to this bar,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

You be get up on this fly shit baby

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

I guzzle up at the bar

Hope my city is not too far

The things they say went a little too far

She prayed on me passing that bar

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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

What you're lacking is good rapping/

And getting money is the song i sing