This is a song about "Get out the way"

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Or like the godfather, you'll be goin' out the james caan way

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Is that the way we sell out just get some recognition?

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

From greater algiers all the way out to the ninth ward,

Climb our way up out the basement/

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk