This is a song about "Bar"

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

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

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

She prayed on me passing that bar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

When i step up out the maserati car

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

I'm in my other car

So much hate in just one bar