This is a song about "Fort wayne kid tryna make a hit"

After party crib full of broads all naked

And make that mess a hit,just a blessed kid,

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

But ima just a kid thats tryna fuck the presidents daughter

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Whatever it takes to make a hit

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

I'm a sick kid, i'll hit quick, swing with my big dick

See when i was a kid, i'd cry when got hit,

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face