This is a song about "Hit them rhymes"

One parent above, the other live scared

That my rhymes are making them feeling impressed

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

But before that take your rhymes and just hit erase.

But spit them rhymes like me , couse i aint never ever wrong

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Rhymes hit me, there's no pain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Try to hit us , we hit back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Back up on my fly shit

Spit shit quick its a hit

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

I ain't that smooth ass nigga with them rhymes that flow like silk.

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled