This is a song about "Out of my headf"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Got these amateurs eatin out of my palms

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

Click right,log out get out of my sight,go quit

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

You gotta understand my bars came out of wonderland,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Get out of my way,dont kill the vibe

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside