This is a song about "Out here"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes

We out here chasin hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Hanging out here all day long,

And we don't know no right from wrong

These niggas out here trynna bathe me on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

But five years from now i bet she see

Boy im out here chasing money

I only roll with the real

Go on get out of here

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

So while out here, at high class luncheons

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

The troubles out here are always tremendous