This is a song about "Country bar"

I walk into the fuckin bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

This country, black and white, its split

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

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

You know...you know who you are

That gyal want mi ride har

Cause i'm raising the bar

How simple they are

And once you at a bar

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

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hustle for dis country money

Waiting for me to raise the bar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar