This is a song about "Strip club hoes"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.

My shit could make a bum strip.

No car key and i mean that

That shit was wack as fuck

Braggin in the night club,

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Bitches is artificially duck

Hitmen taking out people at the club

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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