This is a song about "Hit the club"

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

She was the queen of the club

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Say what you wanna but

Who's sneaking in the club?

It's no longer a new jack city

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Got my shirt off the club too packed

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Black bird out in the club tonight

Over me the same peeps that have died