This is a song about "Gettin head"

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Gettin to know his demons

I was playing with guns

And we'd be gettin higher

But that's what he liked her

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

You dried instead of gettin damp,

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Only real niggas stay on top

Gettin caught by the cop

Champagne sippin gettin back from downtown

It's just my soda mixed with brown