This is a song about "Out numbered"

I must go like fly route

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Welcome to my dungeon, if you fuck wit me ya days are numbered

Gets home after a night out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

I try to be the guy, you think about

Cut her, take everybody out

Baby heading down a cloud

Imma bout to pull out

If only we could go out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/