This is a song about "Out and about"

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Why thank you,i think you just happened to miss what was really going on

What preceded was the clue

And im about to drop, you

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Laughs at you and talks about

I'll get to em when i land

And stressed... about my white past

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

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

In her defense she a part of the crowd

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And they only talk about women