This is a song about "Killing my way out of jail"

Emceed my way out, gotta get my payout.

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Big homie hov said i am close

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Get up out out my way

Get a glass and put chris on, yea