This is a song about "Hit it right"

600 volts just might hit right into your cortex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Parallel on the other side

We would hit it off all right

I was tryna hit it and quit it

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Whatever it takes to make a hit

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

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Just don’t betray to make it right

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Without you it ain't right

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

This looks like the right size, think i hit the vein right/