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

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

We get them second digits and go blow it on some simple shit

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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

You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it

And if you really want to show off, we can get it on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton