This is a song about "Cruise bar"

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

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

Just listen to this bar,

You get close but no cigar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

So much hate in just one bar

Hope all over again, we can start

Two many beasts in this cruise makes it an ark

6 o's pay for my car

Cause i'm raising the bar

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Every bar is monumental

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free