This is a song about "Got"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

But then shit got worse i got colder never cried

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

Got high and my brain got mushy...

What them tippers don't see

Always on some new shit cnn

I got got my pad and pen

And to my side i've got

Just searching for the perfect shot

Immortality like i have got

I get my cake; i love hip hop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

The memories we've got,