This is a song about "Hits"

Because all they ever spit, is shit about taking hits,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

You know...you know who you are

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

That is their real place not the billboard's list of hits

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Pop bottles and saw lids then your jaw hits

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Time to pretend shit all i do is drop hits