This is a song about "Get it in"

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Ill get to slap that fucken face and talk about it in my rhymes

We all have our little bubbles like go get in it whenever there's troubles. yes

I guess, its obvious that i will obsess over every word until i bless

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Then you're a witch could it get worse when i dissed toby in "it's on"

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I stab myself in the heart and my inks soul,get it? ahh nevermind

Are sick in prison, don't get it twisted, it's wicked, in fact i sin,

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion