This is a song about "Get bured"

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Can't get a even get slow.

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

But five years from now i bet she see

Get off rap pad and get a degree

I said i got my ass beat

Competitors get worried

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Get on stage smooth, the get-up dapper

And i ain't frontin for her

Chill with asap and get get lit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that