This is a song about "Shout"

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Crowds shout in amazement

Im happier when high and drunk

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Shout out to ree, automatic victory.

So let me shout my thrill

Lady at the frank stand will

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

When you fuck her savage is aall she screams and shout

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

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

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

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout