This is a song about "The outcast"

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Way for other outcast cause

I let you know you dealing with dogs

You're the snow, i'm the sun

When something is broken

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

The bigger the the fun

I don't trust no one

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

So creepy famous that it's harder to outcast n haters crushed in palms blunted sin in tag hashes