This is a song about "Getting marr"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

40 on my face, getting cash

And i ain't getting breathless

She can make a pimp fall in love

All i need is the notepad

My niggas getting mad

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Signs of you getting smoked

The truth shall be told

It's getting limited, only a few

And all the while i think of you