This is a song about "Hittin that"

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

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

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

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

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

They hittin me up i wont go into details,