This is a song about "I hit my bitch up"

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Wake up at 6 a.m. i hit the snooze again

Like makaveli i hit 'em up, so stay low key,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Up until i hit glass

Why probe our ass

So now she picks up the gun

Bitch leme hit that home run

Then hit me up and we can cruise in my range rover

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Just hit my cousin up, he's stationed over in paris,

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this