This is a song about "Pub creeps"

Fuck what i wear when i'm lying with them creeps!

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

While i got the tricks, you get the creeps, heaps and heaps of creepy freaks.

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Ditching me for a drink in the pub

She was the queen of the club

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

Now i'm living out my dreams

Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

What a mess! but we clean in the club

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets