This is a song about "Straight out of the bay"

All your education goes straight out the door

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Im on, im on tha way

Straight from my bombers bay

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

I was raised this way

Put my trust in my dog

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you