This is a song about "Hit and run"

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Take ur booty ass...and bitch plz start to run...

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

You're a level one and i'm the devil's son you bevel run

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Run and hide and look for a cop

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

And run away, because hip hop couldnt hold

Go run and hide your families

As much as i wanna leave

Y'all similes is literal shit

Taking a shit and taking a hit,

Hit and miss these fake crips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits