This is a song about "Outcome can be"

Matter of fact he don't got one and thats a scary outcome

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Can freedom be explained?

Maybe this can all be something that i can escape from.

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

I can be your bonnie you can be my clyde

Got to the end of the tunnel

I can sing an be humble

Easy considering how hard they can be

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Trying to predict the outcome via infrared

Come see real niggas on my team

The outcome is unseen,