This is a song about "Playing outside"

I go outside and take a look,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Suspect niggas don't come outside

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

In the face of the outside.

Cause i’m back on my grind

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Unqualified, you should stay outside

My uncle pulled me to the side

Way pretty on the outside

Y you bitches think im playing,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Must be a lady in tha light

In the face of the outside.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

These motherfuckers think i'm playing, i ain't playing games,