This is a song about "Streight outa belfast"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Im how these other rappers outa be

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Wonder when your gonna be outa town again

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My rhymes are fucking radioactive, like theyr straight outa chernobyl,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

N ur her puke who use to look us fck outa d dogs plate,

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Lives to be lost papers more important enforcement endorsed with outa warrant

I told you this numerous times take rapper outa your name, and maybe ill let you in the game,

I fired my weaponstarted steppin' in the hurricanei got shot so i droppedfeelin' a burst of pain