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

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I wear a hoodie, i get labeled so we just gotta be smart

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Amit says he wants to do it, well i guess we gotta do it

But we don't get on so i'ma go it alone/

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket