This is a song about "Bar"

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I know i've came so far

So much hate in just one bar

I guzzle up at the bar

Your music in the car

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Simple bar spitting then going home

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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