This is a song about "Gettin head"

If you didn't know i feel this way

Without gettin in my pay

And we gettin' money, over here,

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Gettin vodka from los vegas,

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Heh, if the autotune's gone

You dried instead of gettin damp,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Well, that's what you are

Days were gettin colder

Ima slow it down, down, down

Gettin buried in a white gown

Gettin caught by the cop

Well man i do the yacht