Swear it's like a metaphor, I can't even get down from the s*** I climb

This bar how can you flex on such a high level and follow up with a profound introspection that's still a flex so effortlessly right after there is nobody better

Can't do valet, too blase, they don't know how to drive this
They couldn't pronounce it, not poetic license
And this one passe, my other one timeless
I'm fashionably late, I still ain't arrived yet