This is a song about "Club bottle service"

Dial up words but they're not in service

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Or medicine in a green bottle

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Lady at the frank stand will

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Say you don’t do what

Talking about fight club,

They like talking, its like gossip

She was the queen of the club