This is a song about "Hit"

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Pass the blunt, i need another hit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Hit you with the knockout

The sun's always out

Rack, rack city shit

And say, might make, some hit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

That poor guy cant even take a hit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

My flows hard like crowbars that hit

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Whatever it takes to make a hit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Can't even cop it, two cops hit