This is a song about "Place hits"

I need to get lit, toke a few hits,

So here i am at the store for some chips

When you took my hand up so calm

While jeffy-d hits the bong

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

On that ciroc, runnin this place

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

I be giving work to the kids

Only writing awesome hits

Finally it hits night fall

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/