This is a song about "Wit it"

Been hit wit suspicion

And they all mint condition

Ask me how i do it i just hit em with a quick wit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

I took a pen a fucked a notebook wit it,

You messin wit da truth,

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

He's ill wit it, he still shouldn't be heeled

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I said this darkness, ima wield it wit time

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine