This is a song about "Going to the stripclub"

Going straight to the point, the blueprint is on point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Just free bars going to the limit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

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

Im going to the carnival, the big one downtown

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Got my nigga going awol, from the srq to the natal

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

This is the way your life is supposed to be going.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

So i'm going to tryyyyy to live you to the highest.

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

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world