This is a song about "My hitter"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Baby i would stick out no quitter,she a heavy hitter,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Dc, man over money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

My words are my rhythm

Hoes row got beans in them

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

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

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,