This is a song about "Hajj to the club"

But got comma’s in my statement

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

I don't really give a fuck

She was the queen of the club

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

When my song play the whole club fucking lost it

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Finna go to the strib club make it rain nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa