This is a song about "Hittin"

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

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

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

They hittin me up i wont go into details,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

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

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

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say