This is a song about "Getting"

And i ain't getting breathless

On the slow jam of love

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Well aren't you getting fed up

A twenty somethin cup

Signs of you getting smoked

Time to get her bags get ghost

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

I'm getting sick of the bullshit,

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick