This is a song about "Getting leaved"

Getting hard to describe.

These shows be packing tight

And getting songs signed by minors

Or at least inquire similar desires

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

No rules to cage me up with my four-leaved clover

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Getting resurrected like jesus

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Oh boy, we're getting naked

Now i'm getting worried,

Indubitably i'm too street

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Where the black girls get their weaves back