This is a song about "Club goin up on a teusday"

Goin' eighty on a freeway, then her cell phone's ringing,

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Lucky seven probably poppa

Walk into the club like what up this is a sock hop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm goin grinch on this bitch, serving you a second time on the same platter

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Blew up the club i'm gone