-I was in a suit? -[background chatter]
I do look good in a suit.
[distant voices]
What else did I say?
[mellow music]
[Miles] So Trish told me she hates her job
and wants out, but not getting that loan
from some banker named Cuddy,
has really made her reassess her business idea.
And the big news?
Ashley finally told Sean that I got locked up.
He asked why I went to jail and she said:
He just tried to do the right thing
at a really bad time.
[Miles] He's comin' to visit me
for the first time today.
Fingers crossed it goes smooth for us.
[indistinct conversations, baby crying]
[woman] No, I just want you to...
[Miles] Are you takin' care of your mom,
your tía, and your grandma?
[Sean] Well, I do my best.
They like a lot of weird stuff.
And they argue a lot.
But...usually Mom wins.
-[Sean, small laugh] -I have no doubt about that.
Mama Nancy teached me how to play Boneyard.
How to play Boneyard? You can't even do math yet.
What are you at--all right. We'll do a little test.
Five plus six. I'm gonna time you. Go.
You don't have a watch! [laughs]
Hey, this isn't a watch! This is just my face!
Somebody fooled me. I oughta get my money back.
Baby, why don't tell Dad
what we're gonna do after our visit today?
-Yeah. What's the plan? -Bowling with Grandma,
-[mouthing] Bowling? -[Sean] Tía,
-and Auntie Janelle. -Yes.
And maybe...some ice cream.
-Oh, ice cream? -[Ashley] Ooh!
Ooh, look at those eyebrows!
Yeah, give her the eyebrows. That'll--that'll get you some.
Can you come with us, Dad?
Uh...no man,
I-I gotta stay here for a little while.
But I'll be back with you soon, okay?
[couple arguing Spanish]
[Guard] Hey! Calm it down.
[man] Listen, I'm asking you to speak to my fuckin' kid!
[woman] Then call their mama!
-[Sean] Mommy. -[man] I'm not askin'
-that bitch--I'm asking you! -Shut up, por favor!
Hey! Hey.
Excuse me, do you mind?
It's my son's first time here today.
[woman] Y-yeah. Yes. I'm sorry.
-Of course. -Thank you.
-[man] What the fuck she say? -She said her kid is here.
Can you watch your fucking mouth?
-Stop yelling! -Por favor...
Dad, what's it like in here?
Well, you know how you do sleepovers
at your friend Jameel's house?
It's kinda like that.
You guys play Roblox
and sneak Fruit Snacks in the bed?
Bruh, bruh, you gotta stop snitchin' on yourself.
Do you know that he's sneakin' Fruit Snacks?
Well, Sarah gives him Fruit Snacks.
And then lets them watch Boogie Nights.
And now he tries to snort flour in the kitchen.
Dad, can I come in there for a sleepover?
[man] Just tell them that they can't do that!
[woman] Lower your voice. I don't work for you.
-[bang] -Fucking do it!
All right, hands on glass. Let's go.
-[alarm blares] -Everybody up.
-[guard] Up, up! -[guard] Get up.
-On the glass, let's go. -Shit.
-Let's go. Everybody up. -Don't worry, man.
It's just a game. It's just a game.
-It happens all the time-- -Up! Up!
-All right, all right! -Come on, let's go!
Oh, no, not you. That-that's just for us.
-Ash, can you grab him? -[guard] Come on.
Ash, can you take him off, please?
-All right, all right! -[Sean] Dad!
All right, don't worry about it man.
I'll see you soon, okay? I'll see you soon, man.
-Dad! -Let's go, move!
-I'll see you soon, all right? -Dad!
-[guard] Move, move!
[Ashley] You don't have to be so rough with him
while his son is watching.
[inmates, guards' overlapping voices]
[alarm continues blaring]
[dramatic music]
[guard] Come on, let's go! Fucking do it!
Up! Up! Come on, come on.
-[Miles] All right, all right! -[Sean] Dad!
-[Miles] I'll see you soon! -[pins clattering]
He literally had his hands on the window like this.
I'm not sure I'll ever get Sean to go back there.
Poor little guy.
I mean, it was hard enough
when he was right down the street, I...
I don't know what I'm gonna do in two weeks
when Miles transfers to Quentin.
Wait, isn't Charles Manson in there?
No. Don't worry. He died.
I mean, how do families do it?
Even without Sean, like all some couples' shit.
How is it possible?
You have to find ways to stay connected, to stay intimate.
Ooh! A naked photo shoot.
-There ya go. -Whoa.
No, no, no, for real.
Like, you can give them all kinda range too,
'cause you know they like variety.
Shit, girl, you could dress up in different outfits,
put some, like, crazy filters on some of 'em
like them big-ass Anime eyes,
or them real thotty glitter filters.
Trish uses one that makes her breasts contour.
-Boom. -Mm.
I guess I could send him some emails when he transfers.
He's such a bad typer.
I send him a two-paragraph email with an article link.
I get back a one-word response two weeks later.
The guards read those and look at the pictures, right?
Like, my titties ain't safe on jail Wi-Fi.
You know what? Just keep your face out of it.
And hopefully he doesn't just send back a thumbs up emoji,
which is what I get for the articles.
[under breath] Ah, ah, ah ah-ah-ah.
Ah, ah, ah.
Ah.
Ooh!
-Ooh! -[Trish] Ooh!
-You see me? -Eh, eh, eh!
-[laughs] -[Trish] C'mon, little man.
C'mere. Let me switch you guys, Seanie.
'Cause you know your Auntie dangerous
with these hands, boy. You don't even know.
Yes. I wanna see what you got. Go ahead.
Go Sean. Go Sean.
-[woman] Whoo! Go, Sean. -[Trish] Yes, baby.
-Go ahead! -[woman] You got this.
-[Trish] No baby, you stand up. -You got this.
[Trish] Girl, damn! That is one upset little boy.
Sshh.
-What you thinkin' about? -[sighs]
Nothin', just wish I didn't have to dance tonight.
I'm supposed to work the late shift.
Tss, bitch, I heard that one. Shits.
We have got to get out of that place, Jacque.
We could do so much more shit than that,
but the money is good.
Shit, that's what trapped me.
You know, I keep thinkin' about that dude
who offered me like 5K to soak in my bathwater.
Wait, he offered you 5K, bitch?
You left that part out.
I--it probably would have been cool.
He's a nice guy, and I ain't tryin' to
-yuck on nobody's yum, and-- -[laughs]
[Jacque] Everybody's into somethin' weird.
[Trish] True.
[mellow pop in background]
-[Trish] Mm. -Oof.
Look at him.
All lost in his head over there.
What the hell is he thinking?
Girl, he probably wonderin' why
he got nipples or somethin'.
Or why his penis changes sizes. Little boys be like that.
Mm. They do be sayin' some weird-ass shit.
Mm-hm. Oh, charades.
-[pins clattering] -What, now?
Girl, no. You can play, you know, charades,
when you go visit him.
Like, through the glass? That's family stuff.
You won't be behind glass when he transfers.
In person visitation at San Quentin.
You can't hug him, but the shared air is a big deal.
Well, at least that's something.
There was something else. There's, um...
ugh, this program.
I read about it.
[Ashley] I don't know what to do to make him feel better.
[music playing in background]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[guard] Hey, up! Up! Let's go!
[guard] I said, let's go.
All right, hands on the glass.
-Let's go. -Let's go, everybody up.
Hands up.
-Let's go! -[tense music]
[music stops]
[background chatter]
[mellow music playing]
♪ ♪
Mom, can we go home?
[clicks teeth] Tch. Here.
Why don't you go play some video games?
Go somewhere where I can see you!
Yeah, don't be talkin' to strangers.
Then there's another dude who wanted me to
paint his toenails for like 2 grand.
Uh-uh!
Mami, Dos sabrosos, por favor.
Girl, see that? [scoffs]
That make a lot of sense.
I actually left my panties at the club once
and Liam sold them online for a grand.
We really could clean up doin' some semi-strange
but ultimately uneventful shit
for some specifically kinky men.
-Gracias, mama. -Just not sure
how safe that is.
-Mm. -♪ Oh ♪
["Freaks of the Industry" plays]
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ohh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Well, we're the freaks Of the industry ♪
♪ My man, Money be ♪
♪ Oh, my mellow, Shock G ♪
♪ The freaks of the industry ♪
-Oh...shit. -♪ And when you see us ♪
♪ Backstage, Be prepared to G ♪
♪ Well, they say that birds Do it, bees do it ♪
♪ Time to freak, Money be gets to it ♪
♪ Not a heavyweight ♪
♪ But I go twelve rounds ♪
♪ With a jab and a stick, I'm goin' lick for lick ♪
♪ So gimme the helmet, I'll be the stunt man ♪
♪ Just relax, And I won't front ♪
♪ Like Anita, I'm giving You the best that I got ♪
♪ And I'll be talkin' it slow, Never missin' a spot ♪
♪ "Oh, Money be", Yeah, that's what ♪
♪ You'll be screamin' And creamin' ♪
♪ But it's not a wet dream ♪
♪ It's the real, The freaky dog ♪
♪ Dark nasty ♪
♪ Never lettin' The kitty-cat get past me ♪
♪ Without pickin' it up, pet it--♪
[song stops]
Well, well, well. If it ain't my favorite BIPOC.
-Mm. -[Eric] All right.
Let me get that pineapple on the rocks one time.
-Yeah, Papi. -Hollah.
Mr. Cuddie Cudderson. I owe you an apology.
I was hella outta pocket at the bank,
and I did try and staple your head,
so that was my bad.
I was just dealin' with some anger issues, you know?
Hey, you look hella familiar.
Well, how can you tell from way up there?
Man, I really just need some financial advice
from a strong, educated Black man like yourself.
-Mm. -And I'm really just tryin'
to start my business, but I don't have the finances.
Is there any way I can finesse some funds?
Look, you don't need no bank bank.
You didn't lose me at strip club.
You lost me at buyin' a building.
A building has rules, zoning,
-neighbors, rent. -[Jacque] Mm.
You ain't sellin' a function. You sellin' seduction.
Tuh. Huh.
What else do you know?
Hey, I swear it's like
maybe it's the sound of your voice or somethin'?
-It's just-- -Cuddie.
I mean, look.
From your disgruntled, unprovoked outburst,
I'd say your plan was suspect from the jump.
-[Trish] Huh. -Why you tryin' to
run a business you are clearly runnin' away from?
-Damn! -You're a fuckin' poet.
[clears throat]
Cuddie, this is my platonic life partner, Jacque.
Jacque...you know.
-Eric. -Oh wow.
-[Cuddie] Cuddie. -[Trish] Oh, shit, nigga.
-[Jacque] Okay. -[Cuddie] Cudderson.
What d'you do?
Oh, um, what does LOBB stand for?
Oh, you know the League of Bowlin' Bankers?
You gotta LOBB that shit. I bowl for the Big Accountskis.
The bruhs abide. You feel me?
-Mm. -Hey, wait a minute.
Jack of all shades 5-1-0?
-Uh...ha. -Ah!
I follow you. Hey, I love your--
-Tits. -Paintings.
Naw, look. I'm a bowler.
So I keeps it 300.
I fux with your art.
That Sandy Man, that Trappy Mermaid, and then ooh,
that Daggered Headless Man?
Which, by the way, was a fascinating commentary
on the dangerous anonymity of the patriarchy.
And you fine as hell.
Okay, nigga. All right.
Go ahead and bro with yer bruhs.
All right, Trish. In a minute.
Jacqueline?
I see you down there.
I'll see you down there.
[Trish] Uh-- Hmm.
Grabbin' my hiking gear,
'cause I'm climbin' up that mountain.
[Trish] Okay. [laughs]
He is a bank that is too big to fail.
Uh-uh, so you got one more.
I found my giant, and I just need a beanstalk.
Uh, why do you like giants so much?
I love a tree to climb. Girl, people are kinky!
-[laughs] -Hmm.
Ha. Yes.
Bitch, yes, they are.
Mm-hmm.
Even successful people got kinks, right?
Bankers, lawyers, them freaky-ass doctors.
Don't they be in the clubs spending small money on shit
they don't even really want?
It's just the shit that the club offers.
Yes, okay, girl, where is your head goin' at right now?
Okay, do you still know um, bathwater boy and toenail boy?
Yeah, Chuck and Dennis. They're my regulars.
Do you think they'd probably still--
Oh, definitely.
Oh. [laughs]
I think I know how you can skip work tonight, girl.
Come on. Let's go.
Ashley! I'll see you at home!
[machinery clattering]
Oh! Oh, oh, oh.
Marriage.
Uh, no. Questionable institution.
I don't think that's on Miles' radar anymore.
Wait, w-w-w-wait. Anymore?
Y'all finna to do the damn thing finally?
-Bitch, you lyin'. -No.
[Rainey] There was this article written a few years ago after
-an old colleague of mine... -[Janelle squeals]
did a story at the Tribuneand--
Rainey, we're not gonna get married.
Hold on, hold on. Sorry, Mama.
Ash, did you get this ring or did he? Like, what is this?
He bought it. We found it. He don't know we found it.
-How Shakespearian! -Listen.
It's a piece about the 48-hour weekend visitation program
for married couples at San Quentin.
Ooh, see, now that's a great first act.
Yeah, but why would we stare at each other
from across the table for 48 hours?
[Rainey] No. No, no, no.
It's a marriage program
to help keep families together.
Ash, this ring is so beautiful, man.
But this ain't the Shane Company.
Like, why're you just carrying this around?
-It is mine. -If you're married,
you get to spend two whole nights together
uninterrupted in a house.
-Where? -On the prison grounds.
It's a prison house.
Oh, of course.
Uh, y'all, I'm about to go check on this boy,
make sure he hasn't turned full Donnie Darko on us.
[sighs]
Sean can spend time with his dad.
The three of you can be a family together in person.
You could probably get movies off
that little prison cart thing.
-You and Miles could cuddle. -Okay.
Under the circumstances, it's pretty incredible.
And they just leave you alone.
There's guards around to make sure
you don't dig a tunnel, but yeah.
You get a weekend a month together.
Families do it.
Miles' dad left forever.
You have a restraining order out against your father.
Trish's dad is an old friend with a turkey baster.
Monthly Dad is a step up for this family.
Don't you think?
[inhales, exhales]
Let's get outa here.
Now, you see that, Sean? I'm 'bout to get that.
Watch, I'm 'bout to get this thizzly bear.
Oh, oh, you see it move? Penguin, don't you do it.
Don't you mess up my--hey, let's go!
-[all cheering] -Hey, let's go!
♪ I had to get close ♪
♪ 'Cause she was workin' Like a nine to five ♪
[cheering, whooping]
Okay, we have snacks for you.
Earl made some really weird food he's super smug about.
-[Rainey] We have every game. -[Trish] Yeah!
[Rainey] You are not gonna be able to resist us.
["Liftoff" continues in background]
♪ With or without a bound ♪
♪ Baby, let's lift off ♪
♪ Away from here to higher ground ♪
♪ Because nothin' here Can hold our spirit down ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh no ♪
♪ ♪
-Two, three... -Hide, Sean!
♪ Oh, sometimes It don't matter ♪
♪ What you're goin' through ♪
♪ As long as you know Just where you're goin' to ♪
[Rainey] Look, I'm on green!
♪ I wanna fly high ♪
♪ So I'm willin' to sacrifice ♪
♪ Everything I used to be ♪
♪ Just to make it into paradise ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm ready To lift off ♪
♪ Until the sky comes fallin' down ♪
♪ I'm ready to lift off ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Lift off ♪
[low chatter in distance]
What the fuck is you doin', Carl?
I need your help guys. I need your help bad.
All hands on deck, all right? We're--
Oh, great. Thank you. The delivery's here.
Very nice. Put it over there. Great. Thanks, big fella.
Okay, we're opening cookies.
We're readin' fortunes. We're lookin' for 11s, okay?
Why?
Because 9s and 10s don't matter, obviously.
11s, multiples of 11 do.
Hey, Jacque, don't just stand there doin' nothing.
-You can shred. -Ah, Carl. Is this your son?
Very busy here, lady. What do you need?
-We quit. -You wanna quit?
Why do you wanna quit?
I wanna be my own boss, so I'm startin' my own business.
-We're starting it. -Hey.
I asked you, please. Shred. It's not that big a deal.
You want me to shred fortunes. Why?
Evidence, obviously.
What is this, some kind of a Chinese blasphemy or something,
shredding these things?
Fortune cookies were invented in Oakland.
And no--also you know I'm not Chinese.
I know--we know--I know, okay? I know. Just shred, please?
I don't want him catching his fingers in the damn thing.
Help two guys out? Thank you very much.
All right, so what's the deal?
What's this business you're talkin' about, Trish?
Well, we are starting a premium obscure fetish service
focused on highly niche sexual fantasies
owned and operated by women, okay?
Okay. All right.
Well, what's wrong with this place?
It's-it's-it's premium.
It's got premium written all over it.
What the fuck make this place premium?
Well, hello! It's got premium in the buffet,
in the lights, in the nipples,
in the fuckin' fog machine.
I'd say that's black card premium right there.
But that obscure fetish idea--that's a good one.
Yeah, and I like the word niche as well.
Good word selection. You know what, Trish?
I like it. I'm in. How much you want?
What you mean how much I want?
-I don't want nothing. -Startup money.
There's $30k. I want to be your partner.
No. No, no, no. See, we do not need your money, Carl.
Okay, this is not your shit. This is mine.
I'll be your security partner.
I'll bring the team over from here.
Roy, Dennis, Mustard, they love you girls.
They wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.
I'll only take 60%.
Ha! 60%, nigga. You out your mind.
All right, 20.
[chatter, music in background]
♪ ♪
-[inaudible] -Mm.
[sighs] Okay. Okay, okay,
I'm gonna break this down real simple for you, Car-rul.
All you do is security, okay? This is my business.
-Slash/ours. -I am the boss.
-Yeah, we are. -Uh, yeah, yeah. Good for you.
It's not that great. Trust me.
I'm-I'm sorry. Okay. Carl, is this your son?
-Who, him? -[Jacque] Yeah.
Why? He's just a guy who owes me money, all right?
No big deal.
Bye, Carl.
Hey, can you pick up the trash on your way out?
-[Trish] No! -You do your homework?
♪ Take me home ♪
[continues singing indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[Earl, indistinct]
Hey...okay.
Okay. You heard of the new electric slide, 'Nelle?
Pshh. There's only one electric slide, Earl.
Naw, 'cause then you hit a little spin like this,
and that and you drop like this and--
Uh-uh. Uh-uh, what is that?
C'mon, I'm tryin' to put you on game.
You know it's okay to not know things. Like--
Why can't you just make it simple?
I got you.
[Ashley clears throat]
Is this a--private lesson or are we invited?
Uh, you got the jokes, bitch. Real funny.
No more private dancin'.
-[click] -♪ Oh ♪
-Oh! We all know this one. -Now this is my shit!
Mama Rainey, you know how to wobble?
Oh, excuse me. Please.
-Do I know how to wobble? -[Janelle] Oh, excuse me.
-♪ Let me see you just ♪ -[Janelle] Okay, come on.
♪ Get low n scrub the grown Let me see you just ♪
-♪ Push it up, push it up ♪ -Let's see you go.
♪ Let me see you just, Wobble baby ♪
♪ Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble, yeah ♪
♪ Wobble baby, wobble baby, Wobble baby, wobble, yeah ♪
♪ Wobble baby, wobble baby wobble baby, wobble, yeah ♪
♪ Wobble, baby, wobble, baby, wobble, baby ♪
♪ Wobble, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, Get in there ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, get in there ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, Eh big girl ♪
♪ Make 'em back it up ♪
-Ah--whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. -[Ashley] Sean.
-[click] -[music stops]
Oh, so you're a tough guy!
-Uh! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh! -Oh! Oh! Oh!
You're a ninja. Oo-ah! Oo-ah!
Woooah!
Now what? Oooh! Now I have to wrap you up.
-[Sean] No! -Because you are my burrito!
C'mon, over the shoulder.
-Ah! Help me! Help me! -Because you're a burrito!
-You're my burrito! -Help me!
-And you're goin' in the oven
brother! Ugh!
Looks like we're having some burrito!
Ooh, yeah!
You're goin' in the microwave, brother!
-[Ashley] You got this. -In the microwave you go.
[Earl] It's the end!
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah.
All right, dude. In you go.
-I'm not even tired. -Yeah. Uh-uh.
I don't wanna hear it.
You almost passed out with all that dancin' and...
-wobbling. -Fine.
But can you sing me a song?
[Ashley laughs]
Okay.
Your Grandma Rose used to sing this to me
when I couldn't fall asleep.
♪ I'm strong and I'm weak ♪
♪ And I'm both sometimes ♪
♪ I'm green and I'm blue ♪
♪ Many a night ♪
♪ Thought I couldn't Carry through ♪
♪ This for some time ♪
♪ But I'm strong when I'm weakest ♪
♪ And brave ♪
♪ When I buckle my knees ♪
♪ I'm damned and I'm holy ♪
♪ On the pew ♪
♪ I'm good and I'm evil ♪
♪ In front of you ♪
♪ I could be the best friend Or worst ♪
♪ Enemy to you ♪
♪ But I'm strong When I'm weakest ♪
♪ And brave ♪
♪ when I buckle my knees ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
Mom?
Yes, baby?
Dad's gonna be my dad still, right?
After jail?
Of course, baby. He will always be your dad.
I love you.
[whispers] I love you, too.
Good night. [kisses]
Truly a tied-up horse.
[Earl] Ha. Truly.
But it don't even be that bad when I be over here.
I damn near don't even notice.
Thank you, by the way.
Yeah, of course.
What you talkin' about?
You kickin' it with Sean, makin' him laugh.
He wouldn't crack all day. He needed that.
Yeah, no, of course. I got you.
For real, though. Seein' you do that, it helps.
Feels like,
I don't know, like everything's gonna be all right?
[Earl] Yeah.
Miles'll do good when he gets out
and Sean has people lookin' after him now.
[Eric] Right.
I don't know if you see it but, you're doin' really good.
Ashley, I'm definitely not doin' good. Like, at all.
I could never go back to that place. Ever.
You think me walkin' around with an extension cord
plugged into my ankle at all times
is 'cause I'm doin' good?
I definitely ain't been all right or good
or whatever the fuck y'all normal people be
since they pulled up.
I'm talkin' about squad cars, all in front
of my Pops' restaurant, and then I'm walkin' out
in front of white table diners in cuffs, like--
I thought it was a weed charge.
Exactly! Exactly, you-you'd have thought
I really did some shit.
But you're on the other side now.
Yeah, I know.
I don't even think it works like that.
I be tryin' to forget everything that happened.
And I know I-I never will. And then at the same time,
I been tryin' to remember who I was before.
And I know I never will.
[heavy music]
[sighs] But-but people come to see you
and that be helpin', you know, family.
Mine-mine pulled up mostly out of obligation, but still.
But anything you can hold onto...
is good, but...
♪ ♪
[Earl] Okay.
Earl.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, no, you're good. [small laugh]
I'll see you around and before you know,
tied up horse and all, can't go too far.
[both laughing]
[Earl] Uh...
Hey, Miles is gonna be all right, though.
What makes you so sure?
He got y'all.
Y'all love him. He knows that, right?
[both] ♪ Hey, we quit, bitch, we quit ♪
Hi, Earl, bye, Earl.
Mommy!
It is champagne o'clock 'cause your daughter, uh, just quit.
-[both] Yeah! -What?
And, our new business is our own private kink service
that we can just run from the casa.
[Jacque] Because we quit!
-Bitch, we quit! -What?
♪ Bitch like to be near me Just wakin' up ♪
♪ Last night was a blur, It was rainin' in bucks ♪
♪ But Rainbows on 'cause you too big for them ♪
♪ Lulu Lemons, Puma slide, front side ♪
♪ Throw that in the winter ♪
♪ It's the weekend, but It's goin' out we're too ♪
♪ Wally's in the buildin', I hope they big spendin' ♪
♪ Uber Lyft running town Before it goes down ♪
♪ When the error run the city Run the underground ♪
♪ Give me a face and the lace, Everything with grace ♪
♪ 'Cause the space where You work is a galaxy ♪
♪ Step onto the stage, Now that shit is zero gravity ♪
♪ You work hard, man, I hope you on the gallery ♪
♪ Kill it every night, and They wildin' to the casualty ♪
♪ Fuck a bitch nigga tryin' to skim off of your salary ♪
♪ Pussy poppin' 'cause they Only bring no revolution ♪
♪ I'm just sayin' ladies, Time to start the stripper union ♪
♪ First I'm at the strip club ♪
♪ And I swear that I'm impressed ♪
♪ You a diamond in the ceiling ♪