This is a song about "Hit it with the nae nae"

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Hit the joint and pass it son

On the bible you can run

They hit me with everything except the kitchen sink

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Still got hit with the sun's rays

Slow and steady wins this race

Suck it up, and hit like the rhythm flows through mc terra

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

This the realest pain shit, dames and manes with discerning taste hit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Hit the instrumental quick, just to show you i excel it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market