This is a song about "Gaza strip"

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

I can pack a strap and i can strip you of your flesh

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

I can always depend on my mama

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Put all the pieces together as i strip them all down

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival