This is a song about "Bar"

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

It was low but now i raised the bar

Simple bar spitting then going home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I guzzle up at the bar

I'm in my other car

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Ay yo you wonder who i are