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

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Suns out/ we stunnin/ you know we get our shine on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Ok, i get it, i really gotta step up my game

I turned into something they never became

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard