This is a song about "Everbody gettin down"

Now you got me hopped up on that

I made it when everbody doubted,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Gettin' sued by my neighbors

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Gettin caught by the cop

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

I never fit in with them light skins

Gettin to know his demons

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Lights please, lights please

Gettin weak all in my knees