This is a song about "Get out of here"

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

And get out of my light,

You gotta make sure you aim right

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Get out here with that befo i start slapping

Time to get your mommy out here to defend ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

I'm all alone and i can't get out of here,

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Click right,log out get out of my sight,go quit

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Ill get out of here i just gotta create a ladder