This is a song about "Bar"

Hope my city is not too far

Waiting for me to raise the bar

The hotels we staying in twelve star

I guzzle up at the bar

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I now raisie the bar higher

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Double m g forever though

They setting the bar low,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

She prayed on me passing that bar

The engine in back of my car

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

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