This is a song about "Beein getting"

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I'm not getting no therapy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

I decided my pride is just why i resist

200 degrees but im getting sucked

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Getting served like verizon

I'm a son of a gun