This is a song about "Hit them up"

We get hit w/ them double standards,

So you finally got the nerve

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Up beside them... in a burrow

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Hit it til your make up missing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Throw them c'z up, throw them b'z down

No reason to be around

Then to try to chase these men

It's up to you to solve them

I'm taking them out like i just hit eject/

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Making them fucked up decisions

I only got four minutes