This is a song about "Never leaving the club"

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Got my shirt off the club too packed

Or let the mob handle that

Leaving you the same ol’ digit.

Black bird out in the club tonight

Walk blind into a line or fight

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

See people to be leaving the cold medina

She was the queen of the club

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck