This is a song about "The bar exam"

A working genius, a work of art

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Notes are done, time for the exam

You gotta understand man

It was low but now i raised the bar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

I do not take offense he's just raising the bar

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Waiting for me to raise the bar

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are