This is a song about "Milky bar kid"

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

I do not take offense he's just raising the bar

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

When i step up out the maserati car

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

You know...you know who you are

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

They setting the bar low,

I miss you at my recent show

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

The concept is so absurd

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Were the 2 it our names space bar space bar you. if you dout me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy