This is a song about "Out of it"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

And it seems that they clouded 'em out, now it's stealin' the words out of my mouth

I don't gotta drive around and worry about some siren sounds,

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Well i nab at a rapid rap, out of habit i stab it

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

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