This is a song about "Going out of your comfort zone"

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

To knock you out of your senses

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I'm fucking stoned and in the zone to snap your crunching bones

From hell your out of prison

And get on down with this thc vision

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Follow me i know my way out of here we aint going away for no years

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Im going to be in your nightmares and dreams of the day

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone