This is a song about "All out"

Take her back to where i live

I threw out all the gifts

Took your time tryna figure it all out.

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

So to all of you out there

Beat out all console space invader rapers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Taking out all the screws embedding me together

Block out all my habits

Cause we been off them slave ships

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Hanging out here all day long,