This is a song about "Techers hitting chil"

But killing and hitting it off, leave you breathless/

With my donald trump hair piece you're an apprentice

While im sitting here hitting tree like a hatchet

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

I’m coming back like light-skin and

To which end you're hitting the pavement

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone