This is a song about "When this shit hit the fans"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Either a gang nor band but the people still roar like lions when i make more fans

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Hit them when i get gems with the venom in my rhythm

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

And when the pistol shots and missile drop flips hit,

We follow the prophets like imma line a couple ducks when i hit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Ripping the limits of quickness when i'm spitting this sick shit

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

When you hit on ma man, you went the wrong way