This song about a stripper is a fictional story, but also autobiographical. Sparro explained to the Guardian newspaper May 19,2008: "I used to dance in my underpants in LA. I only did it for about three weeks. It was a really crappy gay club called Fubar. It smelt like an armpit, and it was really trashy. I had friends around the bar, so I was like, 'I can do this.' I danced to stuff like Peaches. I probably made about $10. I was just desperate for attention. I really didn't care about the money."
This was one of the first songs Sparro ever wrote.