This is a song about "Bitches in da club"

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got ma head in da books

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

But she forgot about the golden rule

Stimulating night in club type of fact

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up