This is a song about "Strip bar fights"

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

In my life ive seen plenty of death and fights

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

And dont start it in a bar

That gal want me ride har

You know...you know who you are

Drunken bastard from a bar

Embarazo, and fights too,

I'm eating real good, no soup for you