This is a song about "Out of it"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You better go and figure it out, instead of pout, get out now before

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Cast out of heaven, man that pain, it speaks for itself,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Makin' its way to an out of the way place, and you ain't escapin' it

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

But it didnt have a taste for me that's why i was thrown out of college,

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Took my heart out of my chest and ate it

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

And isn't it ironic how they went out of business after this

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Probably failed it cause i can't talk things out of my chest