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

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

But check out how i roll mine

When i haven't even hit my prime

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

So i sit back and roll up the next, while im blazed my ex hit me up with a text,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest