This is a song about "Got bar"

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

I walk into the fuckin bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I'm a fucking rap star

I guzzle up at the bar

I know i've came so far

Just listen to this bar,

She prayed on me passing that bar

The hotels we staying in twelve star