This is a song about "My strippers"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My own unknown is my enemy,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My lounge is immense and my strippers independent

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

She never ready to go so she forever come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Work straight out the kitchen

My words are my rhythm

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks