This is a song about "We gotta get it on"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Man, i don't get it. why you gotta try and contest me,

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

We gotta try and pry it out from underneath you, before,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

But it ain't gonna matter because you gotta move on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

What i gotta do to get it through to you i'm superhuman

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one