This is a song about "Strip clubs"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

Eat a strip of your organs laid in the sink

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife

All the ladies just strip

One night love: i'mma need that