This is a song about "Bar"

Please sugar don't come alone

Simple bar spitting then going home

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

You know...you know who you are

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

They setting the bar low,

And once you at a bar

Baby, you know who you are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

It was low but now i raised the bar