This is a song about "Il hit ya a clout"

Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

But now it's gone, the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And he, what's his name, earl

Messing with love hit a new girl

But il cut your dick off

Speed up, patience, please cause

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Every blow that i throw is a vicious hit,

A cluster fuck of cluster bombs hit ya crew, a few hit you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while