This is a song about "Girls going out"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

They were going out i was making stacks

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

They are going to ran out like their mouth just drought.

Im going all out im at the highest peak, and im on a big streak, little sleep

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Going out with different guys and i could tell

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout