This is a song about "Mason getting it"

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Paul mason is faster than you

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

The next day you is everybody target

But it feels like i'm getting thrown in a snake pit

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

It aint easy getting through to you

God damn it, this planet's getting so calamity filled,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised