This is a song about "Getting ready to scooch in the puss"

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I'm here bro, and i'm getting ready to own/

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

I'm ready to put the rap game in a body bag lyrically

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Getting on all fours to fill in the pores and,

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

All ready to blow, ruler of the clover

Getting to the money

I came up hungry