This is a song about "Hit puberty"

The master of this rap shit

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Puberty hit last night, kicked my ass.

So chase the air hide your stash

My flows hard like crowbars that hit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

You can feel it via spirit

And say, might make, some hit

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Your pants get hit with cancer

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Pass the blunt, i need another hit

We never tattle, let god handle that

But you the last one he hit

And talk some more shit