This is a song about "Club"

They like talking, its like gossip

Talking about fight club,

Going to club drinking round and round.

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

And even more alarming is the fact

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Hit the club she drop it low

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Girl, you got me in a trance