This is a song about "My hitta"

Ditto drat her hitta hater

My records sell, yes sir

But somehow it made them listen

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Think fast, fast women

My words are my rhythm

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Pay a hitta to have a nigga disfigured,

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Pay a hitta to have a nigga disfigured,

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt