This is a song about "Up them lugers"

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Just a place that they can come

And expect them to toughen up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Hope theirs tutors for those gripping lugers with no future.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Iv gotta get my hands and tie them up

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

Now i'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

Dont need them blowing me up for some make-up sex,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Making them fucked up decisions