This is a song about "Being in da club"

With such an ugly picture in it and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Stimulating night in club type of fact

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

This is like riding through the city

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

A bunch thirsty girls in this club look at they throat