This is a song about "Need to hit"

Bun b, i’m underground king

You need to stick to balling

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Now how do i find the buster that i have to hit

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

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

Hold on you can see my vision

I aint afraid to hit women

Try to hit us , we hit back

You got reason to brag

Hard to hit these notes now

We be like chow

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

And if you argue with descartes, then you're bound to get hit,