This is a song about "Getting bicthes"

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

I had to fight back and shit

I'm hoping i confess

What you getting is death

Knees dug deep into the pavement

200 degrees but im getting sucked

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

You can't be wiping your ass

40 on my face, getting cash

So let 'em chase love

And i ain't getting breathless

Momma was getting a new raise.

And i got them gold bottles, first place