This is a song about "Need to hit"

To be honest, im modest

Begging not to be on my hit list

One to which i have yet to hit,

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Meditation spliff hit, to increase my interesting spit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Now excuse me, i'm trying to make a hit/

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Understand how i planned to hit

Speaking of need, i need to go spark up the green

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Since i was left with no hope

Don't need to drink, don't need to smoke,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Im bout to hit the armory