This is a song about "I dont get it"

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Im clutch though so i dont get pressed.

I go, in when i start putting words out

Your girls so big, i dont get aroused.

While your just pathetic, but dont let it get to you, better

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But dont get it twisted ime a fighter,

Get in bitch, dont worry, it aint scary

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I dont get it lit, why jeopardize my life to the size

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

And if i dont get it back then its the end off all that