This is a song about "Swim club"

Say what you wanna but

She was the queen of the club

Without your love it's cold as fuck

She was the queen of the club

In a strip club getting a lap dance

From an african american stance

I thought it'd get better but

Who's sneaking in the club?

Powerplays and dice rollin at swim meets

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck