This is a song about "Clubbing life and people"

I'm an ironic life instructor, make addicts out of people

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

He lying i’m on papers

I hurt people worse and worse

Than the muse of a family

People sporadically and randomly

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

A few people he gives props to why his life wasnt cropped

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And if people hating on you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

I beg for them to strike back and eat these people,