This is a song about "Gettin head"

I broke mama heart with no college

Gettin' mystical, bewitch this bitch,

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Gettin weak all in my knees

Said when i do dirt wit her

Days were gettin colder

Whatever it takes to live and stand

You dried instead of gettin damp,

I don't know, obviously i disappear

And we gettin' money, over here,

I just want somebody i can see

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

And even more alarming is the fact