This is a song about "Out and about"

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

You know nothin' about, got shot? walk it out.

Tell about vertex and everything else

And if you pay for that yourself

Cause we done did that

And forget about the trap,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

When you sit n stair for awhile, youll see her tongue will slip out and run about a mile,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I can find out things about you you'll never know

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

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