This is a song about "Getting recked"

What you getting is death

So hold back ya tears

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

Amen, they say you only live once

And i ain't getting breathless

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Baby, you got that super bass

40 on my face, getting cash

Of one day getting older

Enemies getting closer.

200 degrees but im getting sucked

Secret society all we ask is trust