This is a song about "End the club"

Black bird out in the club tonight

She like nigga yeah right

I left the club departing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Finna go to the strib club make it rain nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Hitmen taking out people at the club

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

When my song play the whole club fucking lost it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Braggin in the night club,

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

She was the queen of the club