This is a song about "Getting complements"

Well aren't you getting fed up

A twenty somethin cup

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

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

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

I'm just getting started ring, ring/

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Get shot down cause you’re overzealous

And i ain't getting breathless

I got that mass appeal

Its getting hot in here

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

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist