This is a song about "A strip club"

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

A bunch thirsty girls in this club look at they throat

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Than she got my attention call it a strip tease

Braggin in the night club,

They like talking, its like gossip

Walk into the club like what up this is a sock hop

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Kod a couple fifties like a precinct

Eat a strip of your organs laid in the sink

I got a gun named moses, i’m in the club wit' it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that