This is a song about "Got it"

But when it got to me,

We might be back in this baby

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

I put that nigga in his casket

And my head i got to keep it

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Got my check yesterday and already spent it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

A far reach from them rap dudes

Then it got bad reviews

You thought you got it made

Sippin' bitches what lemonade

Nowadays got it all figured out,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Could be applied to this shit

Got secrets? you spew it.