This is a song about "Hittin snaps"

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hittin you ventrally and stayin away like you had leprosy/

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Uncle tom's hittin the rock that i'm weighing on scales

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray