This is a song about "A boy i met at the club"

Pink drank on, sprite work

Once i met a bastard

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

To mcs that don't rhyme good

This boy met world like corey did

Ever since the terror, we been declarin' gueras to millions of innocents

As i snap at my critics so fucking ferocious, the moment i'm met with loaded judgments,

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Fuck it, maybe i should make a club hit, that's the only way,

Once i met a leader

I’m like a drug dealer

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

In the club might act up just like a performer