This is a song about "Bar"

You know...you know who you are

While yo bitch ass caught up in the bar

If there’s a shining star

Cause i'm raising the bar

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Simple bar spitting then going home

'bout to get my other car

She prayed on me passing that bar

So much hate in just one bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy