This is a song about "The brunch club"

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And we don't know no right from wrong

Blew up the club i'm gone

Say you don’t do what

She was the queen of the club

Whether you wrong or you right

Black bird out in the club tonight

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

This is everything that we call hype

Hitmen taking out people at the club

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

So like i said before don't act a fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,