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

I get up out the club and i'm doing 90 down the highway

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

You better go and figure it out, instead of pout, get out now before

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Hit the club she drop it low

The cool say i'm thug

She was the queen of the club

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Go on get out of here

But reality shows ain't real

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Blew up the club i'm gone

My sim card's the bomb