This is a song about "Hit you with glove"

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Your ego's whack man/ i'll hit you with a deebo backhand

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

Chasing money in the city of crime

Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/

Hit you with the knockout

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Cuz it well leave you with bruses and cuts like you just got hit

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

So insane,this man gonna hit you with a red bull bottle

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Mastermind jenks back with another hit