This is a song about "Hittin that"

I'm an automatic spittin bullets hittin the listener

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.

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

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

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay