This is a song about "Hit em hard"

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Like makaveli i hit 'em up, so stay low key,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

My depression hit hard/

They don't hear the bark

Bitches ain't around one thou

Hard to hit these notes now

Hit the ground so hard you start seeing in threes

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Hit you so hard leave you leaning like fat joe