This is a song about "Go out of the club"

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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

I don't really give a fuck

Braggin in the night club,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

She was the queen of the club

I told him i was ready to go, as i walked out of the classroom

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Took her to the club and i bought her all types of drinks

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Hit the club she drop it low