This is a song about "Place hits"

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Because all they ever spit, is shit about taking hits,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Gotta wait till it hits the green sights.

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

This is no trial, this a closed case

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

You can hear it in my lyrics