This is a song about "I hit freesty"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Where i hit you until you scream blasphemy?"

I guess this shit has hit a hiccup.

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

I hit him with that pedigree

Off of your melody

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

50,000 ones before i hit up the candy

Focus let me show you the light

Can i hit you up tonight

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I hit it first, call it greens

Everything ain't what it seems