This is a song about "Im out my freind"

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

I aint stopping till my writing arms had a rest, swag out this world - look how im dressed,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Huh, i can't interpret her

Im out, before my thoughts get bigger

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Im takin out ya whole crew.........

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Young nigga's call it slayer. im drinkin out my cup with gin, i'll eat later

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

I fell out of my moms golden vagina which a remindsa me that im a golden kid,

Think i need another play

Get up out out my way