This is a song about "Going out"

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

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

Slight work, slight work

I'm going underworld/

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Are feet as we keep going,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

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

They were going out i was making stacks

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

And understand, deprived cause lives or going out, some are coming in

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin