This is a song about "I hit freesty"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

I hit it first, call it greens

But got comma’s in my statement

Soon as i hit the basement

I wish i could hit that rewind

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

The dead society of a poet

Pass the blunt, i need another hit

Cause i got mad niggas around ready to take the next hit.

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

You see him as a god

I guess i hit the jackpot/

Now how do i find the buster that i have to hit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

So much class, double d’s and ass

Up until i hit glass