This is a song about "Stay out of my way"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Makin' its way to an out of the way place, and you ain't escapin' it

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Follow me i know my way out of here we aint going away for no years

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though