This is a song about "Outlet"

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Rapping is an outlet for fighting off the herds

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

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

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

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches