This is a song about "Trapin out the bando"

He tosses out it out the window, arrives at his apartment,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Shit its out of the question

The coldest bout to show out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Scratching my back, let the words get out