This is a song about "Hitting licks"

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

Started off on thin ice

Nearly hitting those skies

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

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

To which end you're hitting the pavement

Secret society all we ask is trust

Hitting the singing feather

And i just want to hold her

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man