This is a song about "Get"

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Get in my territory you will get beaten/

No check back, in debt yep

Wants you around trynna to get

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Can't get a even get slow.

Now them broads gon' follow

And if i do go you better come through

Will get at you, come get at you

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Wants you around trynna to get