This is a song about "Strip club"

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

I keep traction till my faction off the slum strip.

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Blew up the club i'm gone

Well, the club bout to hear this song

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Politcs on gaza strip never fuels what they tell