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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

I think that she knows

Like a line full of hoes

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Got ma head in da books

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Now i need a mouth full of excedrin and a redbull in my hand man