This is a song about "Bar"

Simple bar spitting then going home

So i guess you think you grown

J. cole's her ghost writer

I now raisie the bar higher

Drunken bastard from a bar

Young money, d-town's all star

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

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

The engine in back of my car

It was low but now i raised the bar

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Cause i'm raising the bar

She is far bizarre

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed