This is a song about "Hit with u the baseball bat"

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Im pretty sure you always break the bat

Stay on the low bro while i hit it with a flow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Like baseball this is the 5th inning

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I swing at you with a golden bat

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold