This is a song about "Bar"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

That gal want me ride har

She prayed on me passing that bar

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

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

If there’s a shining star

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!