This is a song about "Mason getting it"

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

I've got nothin' to worry about

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

People are getting sick and tired of just hearing me sick it,

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

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

You have it easy, getting drunk and blowing some smoke

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

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

But it was music getting props for words so much deserved

I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world

And i'm getting all the guap & you niggas can't stop it

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology