This is a song about "Hitting resin"

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

The world looking out, they on the front row

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Been running around trying find a job

So i'm hitting this weed till i choke

Nearly hitting those skies

What we gotta do to survive

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

At home they comparin this situation to nam

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

So i ended up all alone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone