This is a song about "Going out"

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You thought you were going all out but i'll send your ass back in like a curfew

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I know the way i'm going out can seem a little cold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

You know that love is a very serious thing

Your indomitable spirit kept us going

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

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Cranking some wu-tang, if i'm going out its with a big bang

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Living with hate n pain is going to crush you from the inside out,