This is a song about "Come get it"

I can get locked up, but come on does it look like i give a fuck?

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You get too big and here they come trying to,

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

But i think i like that, just maybe

It will always come back and haunt me

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Now come one baby, let's have a get together.

It will always come back and haunt me

Fuck that now trying get the money

Get a sack and come smoke with me

But five years from now i bet she see

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field