This is a song about "My hits"

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

She hits my bong, my dicks gettin hard and strong,

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Their heads cut off now their faceless, my music hits its not painless

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Because all they ever spit, is shit about taking hits,

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

When i get older imma be makin the biggest hits