This is a song about "Bit hits in football"

Fails i make shit, hits platinum, titanium lit from chemicals in the fit,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And i'm makin hits, kick another song in this

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Quit with the wrongs and he'll be in the golden age a bit.

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I don't believe in a safety, i get a little bit racy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Speakin in third person, i'm a bit of a psychopath.

No car key and i mean that

I'll fuck those chicks in a bit