This is a song about "Got bar"

And dont start it in a bar

She is far bizarre

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

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

The engine in back of my car

I guzzle up at the bar

See, i like the person that you are

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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

People set the bar, but they're often below.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow