This is a song about "Gettin"

Said when i do dirt wit her

And we'd be gettin higher

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Gettin caught by the cop

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Gettin' sued by my neighbors

Turn up we gettin louder

I'm here to make it better

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

About disaster in the world and

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Cause there'll never be peace

Gettin weak all in my knees