This is a song about "Hit the qaun"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Don't act like you're the big hit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

But you the last one he hit

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

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

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Bombs drop, hit and then explode the mic

Hit em in the back of the head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Hit the earth like an asteroid

I make her kitten moist

Probably hit up the botany pharmacy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Get blown like lawn leaves

Hit me up on the streets