This is a song about "Hittin snaps"

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

With unless the rest dare press to test till threshold snaps,

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Polo purple like the dope i'm hittin, knock yo bat out call it batter out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

A disease, involves me hittin that green

Be the king, that was part of my dream

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes