This is a song about "Hit ya"

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Can't even cop it, two cops hit

The dead society of a poet

Understand how i planned to hit

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Ill hit ya with rhymes that matter another factor laughter chitter chatter after

You don't mean that, you faggot

One to which i have yet to hit,

Try to jack and i will attack

Try to hit us , we hit back