This is a song about "Pub weirdos"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Ditching me for a drink in the pub

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Stay tight pussy like where a dike rubs,drinking in a quite pub,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

To the dealers , tweakers and weirdos on date/ mesa , i cant hate/ downin our

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

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

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I cut bladders and judge banners at a pub

Bitches is artificially duck

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub