This is a song about "Getting btches"

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

So chase the air hide your stash

40 on my face, getting cash

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

And it rules everything around them

Signs of you getting smoked

Women front, they get its cold

Momma was getting a new raise.

It'll last for all these crazy days

And i ain't getting breathless

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Getting fucked up i'm getting wasted look at the lyrics i've created

Getting tired of compulsive liars

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse