This is a song about "Soap bar"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

My shirt, purple label my shirt

She prayed on me passing that bar

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

You can't clean us with soap,

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

And once you at a bar

You're in a seminar

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

I woulda done anything for my own

Simple bar spitting then going home