This is a song about "Club music"

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

I just wanna make music,

Blew up the club i'm gone

Looking so damn right you're wrong

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Hard to make it in music/

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

I make elevating music

Making dollar bills out of music

Every day was a saturday, shit

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Knowing when its over blastin music

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I left the club departing

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

She was the queen of the club