This is a song about "Stevens and daniels rap club"

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But we speaking to heathens and all these even stevens who don't need a reason

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

She was the queen of the club

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

And yea i know i cant rap

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I get up out the club and i'm doing 90 down the highway

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

People stop me in the club and they're saying hey g