This is a song about "Hit it right"

Whatever it takes to make a hit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

It's so good it dosen't even seem right

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

I'd leave your ass like mary right after joseph hit that shit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

600 volts just might hit right into your cortex

Like body, it felt so right

Left side, left side