This is a song about "Hits from the bing"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Just spit the shit that hits the way that i see fit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Train'll come steamin down the line, but the conductor hits the brakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

But when the lead hits the pad i start to gain traction

Like they not gon' stare

I make "hits" the beats "high" -err

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks