This is a song about "Getting bulled"

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

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

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Getting served like verizon

Car seats got screens in them

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

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

I'm hoping i confess

What you getting is death