This is a song about "Don t take a hit"

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

You don;t thin anymore

Not relying on the light no more