This is a song about "Getting rekt"

The struggle is real

Its getting hot in here

Well, that's what you are

Enemies getting closer.

Hope all over again, we can start

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

And i ain't getting breathless

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Momma was getting a new raise.

What you getting is death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

200 degrees but im getting sucked