This is a song about "Getting you back"

It aint easy getting through to you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Dream of going back ain't getting your classic cause these days i am feeling back in

Signs of you getting smoked

Guess i’m different than most

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

And i'mma keep ya fresh

What you getting is death

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Your heart was false just like the words you said