This is a song about "Bitches in a club"

You pay your favorite stripper car note

A bunch thirsty girls in this club look at they throat

Braggin in the night club,

And maybe i am but

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Leave ya bitches so scared like a kid lost in a superstore

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Stimulating night in club type of fact

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

In the club might act up just like a performer

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach