This is a song about "Hit em"

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

We hit em that hard we took down their whole team

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Mastermind jenks back with another hit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Cuase if i hit em up then we fucking ain't no fronting

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree