This is a song about "My stripper is upfor grabs"

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

I'm love with a stripper so i guess that's all right

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

With a broken front bump - er tryna get a stripper as

Grabs me by the colla, reminds me of my color,

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Deep throat a stripper then hit her and quitter,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

It ain't always up for grabs so i'm glad i'm never wasting that

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Deep throat a stripper then hit her and quitter,

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar