This is a song about "Drop hits"

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

What did you expect, all i do is make hits

That is their real place not the billboard's list of hits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

Future youtube hits reach

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Time to pretend shit all i do is drop hits

Jumped off the porch when i was like six