This is a song about "Hitting shots"

Call my shots, like babe ruth/

High as shit, i’m in a booth

In reality this shit is hitting me

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

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

At home they comparin this situation to nam

You pull up in parking lots

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Hitting the singing feather

I pipe in and one night her

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known