This is a song about "Gettin head"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Without gettin in my pay

As: other plans got in the way

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Gettin weak all in my knees

And i don't make no bed rock

Gettin caught by the cop

Well i'm gettin older know

Down just so we can grow

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see