This is a song about "Science club"

She was the queen of the club

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Braggin in the night club,

I don't really give a fuck

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

I left the club departing

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

The cool say i'm thug

She was the queen of the club