This is a song about "Outta here"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Are they made outta plastic?

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

With stubs coming outta their shrubs

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Betta stay outta the streets

My music so loud, you here it outta town

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I walkin alone, i talkin my tone, i am leaving i'm outta here jack

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying