This is a song about "Setting the bar"

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

I'm setting off the bomb

No tats dey for my arm

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

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

Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

People set the bar, but they're often below.

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

It was low but now i raised the bar

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

But i can only love you when you undressed

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best