This is a song about "No where to go"

Spending money when your wallet gets low

And where the fuck am i supposed to go,

Great philosophers amongst saladin with no place to go,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I will find you no matter where you go like a hound

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

I don't know where to go,

Now them broads gon' follow

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

This high may last i hope, i need to go, back to where it's told,

No don't do wrestling go won't to heckling

Attitude they was not really felling

No one no where no why no how

We don't get along now

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I started to beg "no, please let go"