This is a song about "You get no booty"

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Ships that sail to distant places

You get the message ain't no lie

We was high school peers, in junior high

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

I'll make sure you get no rest

Never ever pay rent

You get, theres no way whatsoever

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

You get close but no cigar

You see, i dont listen to pleas, no matter how you beg you wont get to me.

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money