This is a song about "Hits from the bing"

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Coming out the top 5 hits list

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Sippen on ciroc till my body hits the numb

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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