This is a song about "Erin schmidt"

When the thunder we muster has cleared and dried/

I can smell it when i go outside

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

I wish this was meta, say i'm really a go getter

They couldn't find or muster the right words to use

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Fuck it lets fix this find a gunsmith near distance and get this bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

I get more than a getter now us two we all know who's better

But he beats it back with all the strength that he can muster

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

That i wield way better, then a cheddar go getter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her