This is a song about "Bit"

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

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

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit,

Lets get a bit indigo here

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Dont back off, come on and get bit

Yo 4-bit, yeah i called you 4-bit look at me i'm 8-bit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Trash your shit with classic spit human turantula he has been bit

Bit by bit showing my colors

Talking of the gods you serve