This is a song about "The bar exam"

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

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Notes are done, time for the exam

She said she's never had a man

That stuff you made us study is forgotten after the exam

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

It's my lyrics, my music, i'm the crafter and composer bar

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Wrong drink, the right work

I got an exam on may maybe carrots can help me get an a ole carrots carrots all the way

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

Ay yo you wonder who i are

It was low but now i raised the bar

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!