This is a song about "Strip clu"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Hear that ruger go blaattt.!!another slug in his chest i got one more strip on my

Now this is not no ego strip, i won't brag about how many chicks

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

So get up off that slave ship

All the ladies just strip