This is a song about "Gettin up"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

You know the gunpowder

Turn up we gettin louder

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

And bijies like im out and

Is gettin' lit up like mike jackson's hair hangin' off a christmas tree,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

Then i bet he be cracked

You dried instead of gettin damp,

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Without gettin in my pay

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Well i'm gettin older know