This is a song about "Going to the stripclub"

I walk my way to the top like im going up stairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Im going to the carnival, the big one downtown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

But nothing's going to compare to the sacrifices that he'll make.

With the eaz its going to be problematic

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

But im still going to grab the pen

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Just free bars going to the limit

What's going to happen to the eyebrows?

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated