This is a song about "Par"

She prayed on me passing that bar

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

I'm getting the hole in one, you bogeys'll never par.

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.

All these other rappers to you they're no par, skill discrepancy you spitters are so scarce

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence