This is a song about "Heading outside"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Heading home later to burn a piece of paper so worthless

Cause another innocent died

In the face of the outside.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

Bun b, i’m underground king

Me that i'll be fine where i'm heading

Better yet they work my every nerve

Where im going youre heading backwards

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Still wandering where my life is heading,

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

So i took my chain and walk outside

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm still heading toward my twang theory