This is a song about "The booty club"

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

Blew up the club i'm gone

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy