This is a song about "Getting spooked"

It’s knowin’ it’s over

Enemies getting closer.

Well aren't you getting fed up

Money i make em buck

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

On top of that, i’m broke

Signs of you getting smoked

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

200 degrees but im getting sucked

Put the purp in the blunt

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Getting tired of compulsive liars

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters