This is a song about "Move outta my way bitch"

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I'll claim a way to fame and say its how it outta be

You've ran outta luck so don't get confused bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Tear a bitch to shreds, shredding my way around.

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And all of that was okay

Gon be shoved the hell outta my way

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Fuck that job been around that block

She told me erything is real

Move your shit outta here