This is a song about "Star car bar"

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I enter skies star trek i'm at enterprise no car wreck

While everybody got ammunition on deck

And once you at a bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

// [you're a... rock star]

Just to let you know, you are

I don’t care where ya are

// [you're a... rock star]

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

I'm a fucking rap star

Your music in the car

Drunken bastard from a bar

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far