This is a song about "Disaster and trying to get back"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Your trying get ladies i'm trying to get rid of em,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Trying to get the attention off me,

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Making a movie, spike work

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

You told me god was the answer

I’m known to bring disaster

Trying to get to you

And all the shit you went through

Dreamin on a lullaby

People always trying to get high

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying