This is a song about "Country club"

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

Went to another country that's call migration

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

She was the queen of the club

The cool say i'm thug

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

She said i'm ready to fuck

Talking about fight club,