This is a song about "Hit that shit"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Bitch leme hit that home run

I hit him with that pedigree

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

Guess that shit finally hit the coffin

Only concern was the home that was close to him

My flows hard like crowbars that hit

The dead society of a poet

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

And hit the shit outta that slut or,

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore