This is a song about "Strip clubs"

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

//where do y'all see me? not at the clubs, yo

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

We getting money, you can face the facts

In a strip club getting a lap dance

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Took em to the clubs, let em fuck studs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

My shit could make a bum strip.

Wit my kin that i came in wit