This is a song about "Gettin turnt"

All my other people that dance around

Gettin buried in a white gown

Gettin caught by the cop

I love the way you walk

You dried instead of gettin damp,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

Don't gotta wait long

Turn up we gettin louder

Going broke, no sir