This is a song about "Hittin coke"

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Think you're hittin harder but your shit is just a bitch slap

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

And have you screaming like rnb singers who hittin' high notes

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Wild and out bad trippin', that's the body i been hittin'