This is a song about "Lap dances"

Suddenly i felt something crawl onto my lap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Speaking your name with every lap finished

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Look that is a typical bar trip watch her pants slip while she dances kissin lips

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Hell no i just laugh and walk another lap

When i'd rest my head in your lap watching mash

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last