This is a song about "Out and about"

High on loud when i be ridin' out

Laughs at you and talks about

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

And that will average out to about one good hour's sleep

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

About the crowd hoping that they'd bump me out of luck

And forget about the trap,

You ain't gon find that

Never lookin for a handout

And those kids just about, belted out

I slur out what comes about with flamboyancy. i sit and lmao like a joker enjoyably.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

Laughs at you and talks about