This is a song about "Going out"

The wrong drink, the right work

I'm going underworld/

Going out with different guys and i could tell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Even you turn the lights out the show is going on

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Illuminati flow & imma keep it going

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

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

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce