This is a song about "Outta montreal"

With stubs coming outta their shrubs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

So blast off i'm outta here

Quietly becoming a top tier

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Are they made outta plastic?

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Betta stay outta the streets

These joints here not found at the mall

I'm outta here, fuck all of y'all

Outta this world to the atmosphere

And i wonderwhere will i be next year