This is a song about "Getting you naked"

Oh boy, we're getting naked

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Bare-naked bedroom bouncing better than bunnies

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

But you ain't getting nothing, if you not prepared to take it

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Getting you sprung and merry

Nothin sweet when i attend, see