This is a song about "Bar"

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

And once you at a bar

Baby, you know who you are

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

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

They setting the bar low,

What's the deal with the nets though

She is far bizarre

And dont start it in a bar

See, i like the person that you are

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

Slumdog far apart any sub par

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

She prayed on me passing that bar

The engine in back of my car