This is a song about "Raping in the club"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Like hoes down in magic city

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Like i'm in the club and i got my eyes up on this girl

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

In the club might act up just like a performer