This is a song about "Bar"

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And once you at a bar

You get close but no cigar

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I walk into the fuckin bar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Girl, i put in that work

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

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

So much hate in just one bar

The hotels we staying in twelve star