This is a song about "Getting buckets"

Hand to hand in the cold

Signs of you getting smoked

It may be not the same for you

It's getting limited, only a few

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

What you getting is death

Wish i could shed all these tears

She got me caught up in the moment

200 degrees but im getting sucked

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Feminine’s getting intimate

10th grade, eyes red as shit

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and