This is a song about "No youll never hit me"

Youll need a pair of long stilts to step up to me

Malia family, we the family

I got the key, youll be screamin spare me!

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Escaped the crack, said youll never turn back, family first,

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I never planned on makin' enemies but now i got hit lists

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Ain’t no questions hit it vividly and pass me

Soul maybe find gold and never hit shit.

The dead society of a poet

Would never hit my mama,

Yeah, one time for the

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But youll find yourself along the lines believe me