This is a song about "Getting babes"

Mind and memory are getting polluted

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

You're talking to one of the greatest

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Getting down to business

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Just getting em free, getting this feeling nobody listens to me,

Whats the matter, can't get those babes,

I slumped, in my chair and my grades