This is a song about "Hit em hard"

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Yeah you have your memories but its hard to believe em

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Than the kid that hit quicker than shots of hard liquor

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Hit em in the back of the head

You already know you're dead

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I hit the ground so hard, i found out what the pavement.

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cuase if i hit em up then we fucking ain't no fronting

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/