This is a song about "I get it"

Bitch you should see my wallet

And i say get the hell over it

I sapose they get use to it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Because i don't think you'll understand it or get it otherwise.

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

I just don't get it, someone always get slit

And if i'm down with this banging shit

It's no longer a new jack city

I cant get it away from me

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Mix it, did you get it? i sell this n' never falter

(lay back, get it big, can i live?)

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

I sapose they get use to it

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit