This is a song about "Getting buckets"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

And pray for better days

Momma was getting a new raise.

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Enemies getting closer.

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

What you getting is death

Yes sir, please confess

And my regime includes east coast

Signs of you getting smoked