This is a song about "Heading outside"

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Looka the way the cookie crumbles... its heading you way.

Where im going youre heading backwards

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Heading straight to your office

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Summer is sunny and i am ballin outside

Looking outside papal balconies

Got tired of running from the police

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Y'all heading down the #lowest #lane, like the left on highways,

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Must be something you want me to see