This is a song about "S club"

Hitmen taking out people at the club

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

She was the queen of the club

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

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

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

In a strip club getting a lap dance