This is a song about "Country bar"

It's real dog, i live in the fire

I now raisie the bar higher

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Waiting for me to raise the bar

I guzzle up at the bar

Young money, d-town's all star

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car