This is a song about "Hitting hard"

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

I had to find some way to keep my fists on my hips without hitting

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

It wont be you hitting me with a bar stool,

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

And, niggas cashing out racks like im hitting the lotto

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Made it worth my while and got better at hitting licks.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition