This is a song about "Clubbing"

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Wolf album, track seven; slapping cats with mac elevens

There's no dancing for you tonight.

For now everything just seem so right

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Bitch dont you get it, this is my house.

Like i been slapping bitches,

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack