This is a song about "Hit you with the work boy"

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

And the impact will feel like i grabbed a fireman's axe and hit you with it bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Girl, i put in that work

Hit you with this iceberg

Did some school work, went with the pack

Top dropped down, black on black

Hey there bitch when i come with the shit you call out a hit

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit