This is a song about "Outta grove dtreet"

I'mma let you hang chick

Are they made outta plastic?

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Betta stay outta the streets

But reality shows ain't real

Move your shit outta here

So get the heck outta here,

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

She told me erything is real

So blast off i'm outta here

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

We blow shit outta proportion,

Catch you up on places i've been