This is a song about "Gettin crunk"

Gettin to know his demons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Gettin caught by the cop

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

And we'd be gettin higher

The only time i flirt with her

We can make more, make babies

Gettin weak all in my knees

And we gettin' money, over here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel