This is a song about "Hit em up 7"

Hit me up on the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Magic city tipping them

Studied up and i passed ‘em

I'll "hit 'em up" and "ether" niggas, feel the wrath of a menace,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

So i ain't giving a fuck

Yum yum delicious gobble em up,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Up until i hit glass

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Probably hit up the botany pharmacy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

If i could have 25 wives