This is a song about "Smokey lounge bar"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Simple bar spitting then going home

Mami told me son, hold your own

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

The things they say went a little too far

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

I'm a fucking rap star

So much hate in just one bar

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

She is far bizarre

Cause i'm raising the bar