This is a song about "Gaza strip"

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Put all the pieces together as i strip them all down

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck