This is a song about "Getting you"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

You must be getting faded

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

You staying still, i'm always getting higher/

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Well aren't you getting fed up

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

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

You're late for school, you definitely not getting behind

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

After i demolish you i know you'll be getting mad,

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat