This is a song about "Mason getting it"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Man i took it in stride, but was getting decent at it,

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Cause everyday you be downtown like drinking your rum getting it done.

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Shits getting so easy, maybe you could call it gravy

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

But you ain't getting nothing, if you not prepared to take it

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous