This is a song about "Get out"

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Get yo ass out the kitchen

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

Seriously get out im done with you,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Trying to get out and around

I go, in when i start putting words out

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Get out my head/ take the memories too.

This goes out to smokers with a roach who get doped out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about