This is a song about "Gettin"

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You know...you know who you are

Days were gettin colder

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

A baby basket hound gettin lashed,

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Gettin' high as cheech and chong

And we gettin' money, over here,

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Gettin weak all in my knees

Like being garbage some type of disease

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Without gettin in my pay

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Gettin weak all in my knees