This is a song about "Getting recked"

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

Enemies getting closer.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

200 degrees but im getting sucked

But got comma’s in my statement

I'm not getting no therapy

Its a war with the enemy

Just before they seen my money in the green

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

You shook my world and it felt apart

Baby i’mma mess, mess

What you getting is death