This is a song about "Football club"

A twenty somethin cup

She was the queen of the club

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

Blew up the club i'm gone

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Hit the club she drop it low

We magnetizing the ghetto

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

Thowin around bombs worse then ponder with a football,

Know just what your worth

Football jocks and performers

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her