This is a song about "Get out of my busines"

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

So baby let me get my dick out

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

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

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I stay in the shower for so long to get the bad thoughts out of my head

And get out of my light,

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Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Get out my head/ take the memories too.

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Go on get out of here

But reality shows ain't real