This is a song about "Hit me now"

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

Hit me up on the streets

No time to plot retreats

Now at this point, it has fucking hit emotionally

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

When they know how

Hard to hit these notes now

Ain’t no questions hit it vividly and pass me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby