This is a song about "Cuz in cuz out"

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

And yung jay too, bitch stop biting, 'cuz i'm calling you out,

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Shoulda hired the drop-out, cuz he was smarter than you are

'cuz i can't live to find out what that motherfuckin' future holds

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

It's evident, my bars are stellar cuz i wrote them spaced out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Cuz when i wake up i will come out roaring

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

'cuz i go in and murder the place, and right after, then i'm out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk