This is a song about "Sneaking out"

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Good people search them out

I gotta little clout

Nowadays got it all figured out,

Baby heading down a cloud

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

While i rock out with my cock out

If only we could go out

I've got nothin' to worry about

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Get up out out my way

Get yours; you know what this about

Pull me in, throw me out