This is a song about "Getting a boyfriend"

A beats getting killed, when ratattat comes through

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

But the guy didn't really know, (she had a boyfriend), so he didn't have to go

In a collision, i see their ambition

When afroman wasnt getting a single trim

//getting a good mic soon hopefully as well,

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Momma was getting a new raise.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Getting a little more than an hour's pay

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red