This is a song about "Get ready to suck my bulge dave"

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Get ready to retire the thought of that is required

Killin you by 2s get ready to brace

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Get ready to witness your biggest fears.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

You ain't ready to get married but to get buried

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

So call the fire-bridge and get ready for my revenge

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

Know that it’s god working

Get ready to hail to the king