This is a song about "Hit em up 5"

Pick em' up and knock em' down

I don't want no fucking crown

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

The type of nigga we trip up and leave for 5-oh

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Hit em in the back of the head

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Baby got that super bass

Up until i hit glass

Focus let me show you the light

Can i hit you up tonight

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Probably hit up the botany pharmacy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And blow myself up makin everyone a causality