This is a song about "Get out the way"

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

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Get back i'll show you the way

Get in the mood on blacc friday

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Cause everyone who blocked his way in the cage they tapped out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Get yo ass out the kitchen

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

The way the stats setted out i was the favourite on paper

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature