This is a song about "Out casted"

If only we could go out

I gotta little clout

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Spewing out automatics

Gets home after a night out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

I must go like fly route

Cut her, take everybody out

Inviting guess i'm walking out

Get yours; you know what this about

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

Or know what its about

I think i'm gonna check out