This is a song about "Milky bar kid"

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Hope my city is not too far

I walk into the fuckin bar

We still ride though

They setting the bar low,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

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

It's my lyrics, my music, i'm the crafter and composer bar

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Cause i'm raising the bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Stains teeth like tiles when split on my milky smile,