This is a song about "Getting flamed"

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Just getting em free, getting this feeling nobody listens to me,

Enemies getting closer.

The only time i flirt with her

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Feminine’s getting intimate

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And i ain't getting breathless

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute