This is a song about "Getting out"

That means i wanna be the highest

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

But no doubt, i still chill with those getting burnt out

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

It's getting harder to trust, we didn't work out/

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Enemies getting closer.

Your brother's getting older