This is a song about "Hit them rhymes"

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Mastermind jenks back with another hit

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Ill hit ya with rhymes that matter another factor laughter chitter chatter after

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

And losin all his money

Rhymes flowing naturally,

Try to hit us , we hit back

You got reason to brag

Understand how i planned to hit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Spit shit quick its a hit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Go find rhymes that aren't discrete and find time to make them neat

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried