This is a song about "Country club"

Not hungry for my poetry

Hustle for dis country money

So i ain't giving a fuck

Talking about fight club,

She was the queen of the club

I love you though i'll still fuck

Got campaign going so strong

Blew up the club i'm gone

Went to another country that's call migration

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I left the club departing