This is a song about "End of the club"

Braggin in the night club,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

They say nothings ever free

Haters won't be the end of me,

She was the queen of the club

Without your love it's cold as fuck

If you out there let me hear you say

And at the end of the day,

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best