This is a song about "Club sandwiches"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Hitmen taking out people at the club

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

I get slight work like big sean

Blew up the club i'm gone