This is a song about "Shout up"

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

But now i’m at the age where i don’t need to shout

Just tell your girl to give me a shout

And i don’t take no dames out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Let the anger out lose your mind and shout

I'm going off the top of the brain

Shout to the clouds n the rain

Baby heading down a cloud

Your throat loves when you shout

So let me shout my thrill

That's aids to the ill

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout