This is a song about "Wambling fern"

Black bird out in the club tonight

My uncle pulled me to the side

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Flower to a petal,

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

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

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

When my song play the whole club fucking lost it

Fuck needing the sign of the cross. you just a fat kate moss

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

In the club like fuck it, though

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low