This is a song about "Clubs"

//where do y'all see me? not at the clubs, yo

They all need attention, they call me a g though

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

Cause it’ll part the red c on your clubs fitted

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Yeah i know we never got to meet

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Niggas be telling me how you make niggas in the strip clubs cum in frequent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump