This is a song about "Hit em up 9"

Walk blind into a line or fight

Can i hit you up tonight

Shot 'em up like i'm a rabid cop./

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

No time to plot retreats

Hit me up on the streets

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Up until i hit glass

So chase the air hide your stash