This is a song about "Work bar"

Waiting for me to raise the bar

6 o's pay for my car

You'll never be late for work

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I now raisie the bar higher

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

And once you at a bar

With the goons i spar

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Wrong drink, the right work

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Simple bar spitting then going home