This is a song about "Bar"

Baby, you know who you are

And once you at a bar

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

I do not take offense he's just raising the bar

If there’s a shining star

I walk into the fuckin bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

It was low but now i raised the bar

Simple bar spitting then going home

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

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

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

I guzzle up at the bar

And could i be a star