This is a song about "Hittin that"

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

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

I be chillin' and i'm spillin' when i'm hittin' the do', marijuana blazer, yo

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

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