This is a song about "Hitman holla"

See me be ge be, dj g he into ti-ti, holla' then i'm

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You need money holla at ya boy honey

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

The locomotive is off his tracks so holla back if my raps

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands