This is a song about "Staraight outta milano"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

We blow shit outta proportion,

I'm outta here, fuck all of y'all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king

That outta get you horny

They say nothings ever free

Then it winks outta sight

But if i die tonight

Kick their asses outta this world

But i murder him first

Sliding in and outta her slot

And don't make vibrations stop