This is a song about "Hit them up"

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

So chase the air hide your stash

Up until i hit glass

Up beside them... in a burrow

She probably had a reason though

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Uh ha, you know what

You pick all off them up

Didn't do a thing at all

Hit me up for a booty call.