This is a song about "I hit 100 subscribers"

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

I aint afraid to hit women

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Its your hit, hey its your hit, man i wanna quit

Like i want fucking subscribers i'm just "wasting my time" lately

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Battle me i always get the last hit

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

I hit him with that pedigree

Hopin' that my niggas see

Couple grand when i rock the night

Can i hit you up tonight

Pass the blunt, i need another hit

The dead society of a poet