This is a song about "Hittin that"

That magic, that vanish

Now let's make this

Hella intelligent that

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Switchin' the flow like i'm hittin' 'em hoes, so nicki minaj ain't got nothin' to do,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

A disease, involves me hittin that green

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes