This is a song about "Get off"

Everyone stands up looking out the window urged to get off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

But i can only love you when you undressed

I needed to get this off my chest

Boy get off your so called little lady,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

So get off that whip cody,

I’m tryna be low key

This is like riding through the city

Get off rap pad and get a degree

They say i mislead, misguide and then i get told off

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Trying to get the attention off me,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

They get you up off your feet, brush the crap off your shoulder/

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her