This is a song about "In da club bottle full of bub got what you need hoes drugs gangstas"

Cuz its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Do you need a water bottle with that burn?

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

Stimulating night in club type of fact

I can feel your heart beating fast

Like a line full of hoes

Guess i’m different than most

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

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