This is a song about "Hear my bit"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Ever since my grams got old she's been a bit nuts

Queer, discreetly you secretly fear every one of my words you hear

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

And its simple as that baby

Now all my people can you hear me

Getting my mind higher trying to see a bit clearer

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

So you finally got the nerve

Bit by bit showing my colors

Pass them a bit of my battling wisdom

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Drip a drop of acid on my tongue lemme trip a bit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip