This is a song about "Gettin it"

Now i need it just not to feel sick, yeah i'm gettin' by

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Im chasin my dream gettin it by means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Here i come ,rap is gettin ugly so game to give it a facelift

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Im gettin this paper and shoot it at hatas call it paper balls

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Couple of weeks go by it ain't even like i'm gettin' high

Gettin' ready to grab the mic and spit it mad tight

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right