This is a song about "The bar exam"

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Harvard we take the exam/

Can you picture my specific plan

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

New heights i set the bar highly

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

Cause i'm raising the bar

That gyal want mi ride har

And i feared that my fans say i failed

And now the bar has been raised

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car