This is a song about "Come get it"

Summertime in the city

Get a sack and come smoke with me

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Wantin to go and kick in the door of all the niggas that want come get it

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Get some real rhymes and actually come up with something,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

It will always come back and haunt me

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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