This is a song about "Bar"

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

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

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

Baby, you know who you are

I walk into the fuckin bar

It was low but now i raised the bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Drunken bastard from a bar

That gyal want mi ride har