This is a song about "Really out here suwhoop"

We out here we touring

Let my angel sing

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

The troubles out here are always tremendous

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

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

But without her what am i really here to be. x2

My unions really into that, flowing with the hammers out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Go on get out of here

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

What the fuck is this asshole here to really talk about