This is a song about "Hittin"

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

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Polo purple like the dope i'm hittin, knock yo bat out call it batter out