This is a song about "Hit em"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

We hit em that hard we took down their whole team

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Learn to protect my family when a faggot walks up hit em with the automatic

Me & mom alone every dinner

You hit em, and you say that theyre too bitter

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Hit em in the back of the head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Mastermind jenks back with another hit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I fucking hate this job

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/