This is a song about "Drop a bar"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

It wont be you hitting me with a bar stool,

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

If there’s a shining star

Drunken bastard from a bar

And could i be a star

And once you at a bar

You gotta make sure you aim right

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Fuck the bible i'll drop a bomb

Having even finished a bar before i say "stop",

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think