This is a song about "Confetti club"

I left the club departing

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

My control is steady and calm like floating confetti,

Don't gotta wait long

Blew up the club i'm gone

She was the queen of the club

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Finna go to the strib club make it rain nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh