This is a song about "Getting a girlfriend"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It's getting limited, only a few

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

My friend got a girlfriend to which he told his secrets,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

//getting a good mic soon hopefully as well,

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

It's getting just a bit ridiculously flawed

A player getting played at his own game

But now invisible cells around your brain