This is a song about "Hit them rhymes"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Spit shit quick its a hit

Third ward general, young cash money

Rhymes flowing naturally,

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Energized like ritalin, rhymes hit so hard, man they're fucking crippling

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

But before that take your rhymes and just hit erase.

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

We never tattle, let god handle that

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit