This is a song about "Whapped out"

Never lookin for a handout

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

The youngest of my mother kids

Spewing out automatics

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

The coldest bout to show out

Out of mind out of sight

Aw man, it's been a ride

Baby heading down a cloud

I think i'm gonna check out

While i rock out with my cock out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

And tell me why would we just think about

Nowadays got it all figured out,

Figuring i was taking out

In her defense she a part of the crowd