This is a song about "Get out of jail"

My direction good, well-rounded type

And get out of my light,

Sometimes i feel i can't get out of a certain cobra clutch,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

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

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

But most of my homies in jail or slain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Masterbigt, you think your good, get it out of your head,

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet