This is a song about "Bar"

Mami told me son, hold your own

Simple bar spitting then going home

It's my lyrics, my music, i'm the crafter and composer bar

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

It was low but now i raised the bar

Hope my city is not too far

The underdog of the underground has come far

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

I walk into the fuckin bar

The things they say went a little too far

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I do not take offense he's just raising the bar

Don't go to far

Just listen to this bar,