This is a song about "Getting hit"

Another love song about shit

Can't even cop it, two cops hit

Hit you first on my hit list,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

Whatever it takes to make a hit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

They was on that mase shit

But you the last one he hit

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

That means i wanna be the highest

Enemies getting closer.

The ice ain't really nothing to her