This is a song about "Hit em hard"

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

So go on (and) hit the light, tell ‘em it’s my right

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Than the kid that hit quicker than shots of hard liquor

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

My depression hit hard/