This is a song about "Gettin big"

Poke out from behind her

Turn up we gettin louder

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Everything that means gettin with

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

They vaguely decipher my language

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Pose, click, pose, click

Gettin caught by the cop

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block