This is a song about "Got to get tat"

She likes the way it hits her lips

Got some sick trix to get a six,

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Or a come-up, whos to say? i know i got bangers, why not get paid?

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

They actually got me to get off my ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

They said to get it i got it

Got to get some brandy

But make sure if they do see

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Maybe things get better, but i've got hell to pay.