This is a song about "Lbeing lef out"

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Spewing out automatics

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Good people search them out

I must go like fly route

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

If only we could go out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Grow your beard out, just weird out

And tell me why would we just think about

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

Nowadays got it all figured out,

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Maybe when those flames blow out

I've got nothin' to worry about