This is a song about "Never leaving the club"

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Never leaving you, on you like glue.

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

And then he went leaving all of usin a total awe leaving behind the message that

Hit the club she drop it low

Ha, in your loophole though

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Ecstasy in the club, i'm just waiting now...

It sends her on a trip so right

Black bird out in the club tonight