This is a song about "Place hits"

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Time to pretend shit all i do is drop hits

Hanging all over the place.

This is no trial, this a closed case

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Now i dismiss all the pain from the hits/

Looking for them better days

Like you know you're place