This is a song about "Bar up"

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I bring her to the bar, spark up my cigar

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cause i'm raising the bar

That gyal want mi ride har

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

The bar is on the ground should i put it up or something

We're taking the bar, and hoping that we're raising it up,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

So much hate in just one bar

Your music in the car