This is a song about "Strip clubs"

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Head to the sheets where you strip in front of me

Didn't do a thing at all

The block pop, so da strip fall.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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