This is a song about "Techers hitting chil"

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

But killing and hitting it off, leave you breathless/

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

To which end you're hitting the pavement

Unify them, mob through, take over and

But i kept hitting rewind and i just couldn't play it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

While im sitting here hitting tree like a hatchet