This is a song about "Bar"

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

Baby, you know who you are

Well, that's what you are

Cause i'm raising the bar

Simple bar spitting then going home

Mami told me son, hold your own

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Run for cover and return fire

I now raisie the bar higher

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

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

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