This is a song about "Bit hits"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

I just wanna rap a bit

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Because all they ever spit, is shit about taking hits,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets