This is a song about "My hitter"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

The kids thats a ripper, the murder homerun hitter

Grab my knife and my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

The heavy hitter who won't quit

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

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

A military mind mean money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for