This is a song about "Getting teased"

And i ain't getting breathless

That's why i shine like i does

This is like love, that you can never get

Feminine’s getting intimate

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

They are not confident when im talking

I'm just getting started ring, ring/

Time to get her bags get ghost

Signs of you getting smoked

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Shits getting serious.

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

And that's jay line i had to quote that