This is a song about "Club bottle service"

Who's sneaking in the club?

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

She was the queen of the club

What, what ... project shit what

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I'm no rolemodel, but when your empty in need of another bottle,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,