This is a song about "Bar"

They setting the bar low,

We magnetizing the ghetto

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

It was low but now i raised the bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

So much hate in just one bar

That gyal want mi ride har

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I don’t care where ya are

And once you at a bar

Drunken bastard from a bar

You know...you know who you are