This is a song about "Getting by"

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

My records sell, yes sir

Enemies getting closer.

And getting songs signed by minors

Talking of the gods you serve

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

Good kids make bad grown ups

Shits getting serious.

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

I'm getting drowned by all the doubt's that i have

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Sick of getting hated on by people who ain't shit