This is a song about "Heading outside"

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

This is a simple diss heading straight for a particular bitch,

Heading home later to burn a piece of paper so worthless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

But hell is surely were your heading,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Wino might find yo' sight

In the face of the outside.

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Disconnecting from ya neck i really dont wanna be heading

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

But what's on the outside?

What it look like