This is a song about "Get getting it"

It aint easy getting through to you

My home girl told me i got an issue

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I get a gunner for this so you tongues getting lit

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

When you fly as a bitch

Thats it we getting rich

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

He's getting lonely, he's starting to get impatient.

And it just ends up getting her angry so...

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

And i'm getting all the guap & you niggas can't stop it

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit