This is a song about "Getting monesnitching"

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Dc, man over money

I'm not getting no therapy

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

I'm just getting started ring, ring/

But this real, fuck how you feel

Its getting hot in here

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Getting tired of compulsive liars

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Feminine’s getting intimate

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

We can leave before midnight for sure