This is a song about "When i get it"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Go into it, get intimate and equivalent when i be dissing hard,

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

When i get stressed i just show violence

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

When i get to the butt, i flick it, and walk away,

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck