This is a song about "The club clapper"

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Finna go to the strib club make it rain nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

Although thought that we would grow

Hit the club she drop it low

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

This is like riding through the city

In the club like fuck it, though

I'll teach you how to take it slow