This is a song about "Out of context"

We hustle to survive

There sickos out of they minds,

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

I got rich from a little struggle

Out of control, unpredictable

I rose out of the darkness

Always knew where the pot was

Something wicked this way come

Shit its out of the question

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Run out of drinks, no complain

In her defense she a part of the crowd

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

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