This is a song about "Getting roas"

It was all bad

My niggas getting mad

It's getting limited, only a few

When i get to warwick avenue

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Getting tired of compulsive liars

So you finally got the nerve

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

Make a freak whore, detour