This is a song about "Way out"

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Girl im happy it turned out this way,

But keep them cigarettes away

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Well taking my big dick deep is the only way out

Way out hand running to burger king

Niggas dying like its nothing

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

Just to go to liv on a sunday