This is a song about "Getting breaf"

I'm not getting no therapy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Getting tired of compulsive liars

I don’t care where ya are

Enemies getting closer.

Time to get her bags get ghost

Signs of you getting smoked

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,