This is a song about "Outlet"

Supposed to be an outlet for emotions and the kids then,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Rap can be an outlet, but ‘till these parents let go,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Maybe i need a new outlet, i'm startin to doubt shit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Rapping is an outlet for fighting off the herds

"just an outlet" time to let it out with.

Bring the battering ram where you live

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,