This is a song about "Fucking strippers"

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

But we dont fucking loose,

Zero options to choose

Only fucking geniuses drowning

And this will be the song that we sing

I'll scream my fucking head off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Fucking the real bitch, rhianna? beyonce? am i gay, fucking eminem?

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

To fucking serious,

On the slow jam of love

Niggas dying like its nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking