This is a song about "Smokers club"

Blew up the club i'm gone

'til it's like a mile long

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Stimulating night in club type of fact

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

In the club like fuck it, though

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Black bird out in the club tonight

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Crack-smokers up the back, be derro as fuck