This is a song about "Clocking out"

I must go like fly route

Do i gotta spell it out?

You say rap gets it out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Get up out out my way

Few chips, i get out n' spray

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

I've got nothin' to worry about

Never lookin for a handout

But even if we bow out

Maybe when those flames blow out

Or know what its about

Spewing out automatics

When you spill out hits

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

In her defense she a part of the crowd