This is a song about "Getting it"

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

But she's not alonemiss independent

Thats it we getting rich

Now i’m up in this bitch

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

There ain't no getting around it, the alarm has sounded

And it just ends up getting her angry so...

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

And i'm getting all the guap & you niggas can't stop it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Yea and this is something to think about

Getting in sync with the universe see the truth it hurts

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records