This is a song about "Hit that bitch and quit it"

And all that stress in the ghetto, it has you flexing the metal bitch,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

Hit her and quit her, then i threw her in the river

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Time to find a goal and never quit so you accomplish it

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Always spitting that old shit i wish the would just stop and quit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Some old bitch that we did before

And hit the shit outta that slut or,

Get your bitch over her and believe that ill hit her,

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

And the impact will feel like i grabbed a fireman's axe and hit you with it bitch,