This is a song about "Getting you naked"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Cant say that i started getting over you,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

You aint getting none,son,you need skills with bars

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

You staying still, i'm always getting higher/

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Oh, when you talk, everybody’s getting bored/

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

But you're loving mine i am the shit

You must be getting faded

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

What you getting is death

I can taste the salt from my tears