This is a song about "The bar exam"

Waiting for me to raise the bar

And could i be a star

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

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Down just so we can grow

They setting the bar low,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas

Harvard we take the exam/

This the land of the white man

You already are caged

And now the bar has been raised

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

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though