This is a song about "Club end"

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

She was the queen of the club

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Black bird out in the club tonight

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

I left the club departing

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

Stimulating night in club type of fact

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Without your love it's cold as fuck

She was the queen of the club

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city