This is a song about "Flight club"

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

She was the queen of the club

Throwin you a dub

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I can feel your heart beating fast

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And get on a flight today

'til it's like a mile long

Blew up the club i'm gone

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,