This is a song about "Getting bulled"

It's getting limited, only a few

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

From the time that you stole my heart

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Well aren't you getting fed up

They just don't give a fuck

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

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

I'm just getting started ring, ring/

And then we'll be ghost

Signs of you getting smoked