This is a song about "Going out"

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

Going dumb im going crazy,

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Going out like kurt, i doubt it'll hurt my reputation/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Going out with different guys and i could tell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

You going to throw me out now that you know this n***** white

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

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