This is a song about "Being outside"

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

It’s raining, anger reigning rampant outside her apartment

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

But what's on the outside?

So please step aside

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

If you wanna` do dis` now we betta` go outside