This is a song about "Hit them with the bruh"

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Be careful tho bruh, the populace cares how you been marketed/

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

They hit me with everything except the kitchen sink

Hit you with the left and best, nigga you snoring

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Kill them with kindness, like dorthy show them bliss. they'll melt like the witch,

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

Hit him with the four or the pistol in the drawer

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for