This is a song about "Hits"

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

Woah there, woah there

Finally it hits night fall

Now we must stand tall

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Living out of a homeless shit

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Only writing awesome hits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/

So here i am at the store for some chips

What did you expect, all i do is make hits

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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