This is a song about "Im getting big"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

200 degrees but im getting sucked

Getting pissed off because everything is one big fog.

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Got my face on the signs now, im kinda big deal

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,