This is a song about "My strippers"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My streaks my testament.

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,