This is a song about "Gettin up"

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Stick up kids gettin' stuck up for the fake gold chain

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

A born starter, in the game for real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Its four now, the clubs over

Days were gettin colder

Silly bitches gon' follow

Well i'm gettin older know

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Drinking smoking gettin torn up, anything i can to get my flow up