This is a song about "Da club"

Niggas die over shoes

You messin wit da truth,

Da nigga still fucked 'round. yo, hit da kill switch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Braggin in the night club,

I know you're mad, but so what

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Hitmen taking out people at the club

It's not making sense to you right now but

Blew up the club i'm gone

And we don't know no right from wrong