This is a song about "Hit you with g shit"

And cop some heaping gratitude before i hit you in your shit

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

My underhand hit makes you rant shit "mistake"

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

And if you argue with descartes, then you're bound to get hit,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

They hit you with an electric shock, make your heart stop,

Hit you with a 2x4, then you will be feeling board,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

And believe i've been hit with shit

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm gonna hit you with that thunder like seattle,

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably