This is a song about "My strippers"

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

They call me a freak cuz i like to visually fuck these strippers for i strip em/

My words are my rhythm

Shit, we don't believe none of them

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------