This is a song about "Mason getting it"

There ain't no getting around it, the alarm has sounded

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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

You have it easy, getting drunk and blowing some smoke

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

The day before is better than the present

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

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

But it was music getting props for words so much deserved

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

It aint easy getting through to you

And all the shit you went through