This is a song about "Raising the bar"

So i stand on that bar, that you're raising so hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Throw meat into the air i'm raising the steaks,

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

What happened to the land, rent just keeps raising,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

I'm in my other car

Cause i'm raising the bar

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

You better off raising the flag and just retreat

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

We're taking the bar, and hoping that we're raising it up,