This is a song about "Getting marr"

I'm hoping i confess

What you getting is death

Your life is a product of trash

40 on my face, getting cash

I'm not getting no therapy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

What is hittin' for

Enemies getting closer.

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

200 degrees but im getting sucked

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

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Or at least inquire similar desires

Its getting hot in here

The struggle is real