This is a song about "Saw her at the club"

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

So i said bye to rap saw the issue at hand

It's not making sense to you right now but

Hitmen taking out people at the club

That shit was wack as fuck

She was the queen of the club

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Take her where the couch at

And i saw her through the window

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

My journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Never saw her so energetic

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

But at the same time emotions run at her like " take me!"