This is a song about "Space bar"

I guzzle up at the bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

My bad, i just wanna gaze into space

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

I now raisie the bar higher

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Your music in the car

She prayed on me passing that bar

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key