This is a song about "Bit hits"

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Another love song about shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Dont back off, come on and get bit

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Time to pretend shit all i do is drop hits

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Finally it hits night fall

Bitch, i was born to ball

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

The youngest of my mother kids

Nevermind, i'm not going into it bit by bit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit