This is a song about "Hits from the bing"

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

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

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

From the platinum hits to unlicensed shits

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system