This is a song about "Hittin"

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

I'm done hittin' the pavement, so i'm gonna be takin' your placement

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.