This is a song about "Builder club"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Stimulating night in club type of fact

That shit was wack as fuck

Talking about fight club,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

We use to be kids on that bob the builder,

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

I left the club departing

And this will be the song that we sing