This is a song about "Getting comas"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

Its getting hot in here

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

Signs of you getting smoked

And then we'll be ghost

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Momma was getting a new raise.

And pray for better days

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Enemies getting closer.

Say bye bye to her