This is a song about "Strip club hoes"

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Hitmen taking out people at the club

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for