This is a song about "Getting gi"

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

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Said when i do dirt wit her

Enemies getting closer.

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

So get up off that slave ship

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Its getting hot in here

I am for real

Bring your pen and your weed stash

40 on my face, getting cash

I'm hoping i confess

What you getting is death