This is a song about "Geting out of prisan"

They alll ran out of money.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

3.14 out of 10 for effort,

Yeah you know i got that work

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Couple grand when i rock the night

And get out of my light,

Shit its out of the question

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud