This is a song about "Gettin guap"

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Pocket racked up all big faces

And we'd be gettin higher

Run for cover and return fire

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Get the guap they want a slice of everything that you got

Gettin to know his demons

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Said when i do dirt wit her

Days were gettin colder