This is a song about "Getting btches"

This is no trial, this a closed case

Momma was getting a new raise.

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Knees dug deep into the pavement

200 degrees but im getting sucked

My niggas getting mad

Sneak up on attack

I'm just getting started ring, ring/

Since we not even talking

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

I'm not getting no therapy

Looking at your money