This is a song about "Gettin girld"

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Turn up we gettin louder

"contemplate", i wrote about her

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

You dried instead of gettin damp,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

That's what rains for

Days were gettin colder