This is a song about "Getting btches"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm not getting no therapy

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped

My records sell, yes sir

Enemies getting closer.

40 on my face, getting cash

I can barely wipe my ass

I'm after you bringing traffic through

It's getting limited, only a few

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Feminine’s getting intimate

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit