This is a song about "My hitter"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Grab my knife and my gun

But girl you got me open

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

My words are my rhythm

All the girls really want is fun

I had to fight back and shit

The heavy hitter who won't quit