This is a song about "You hit"

It's really not an issue

Feel it like a fuckin fist hit you

Hit you first on my hit list,

I promise to keep it honest

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Your life is a product of trash

Just a rebound comin after you for the hit

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Hit the coke when you write,

New school, old school outside

Hit you with this iceberg

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I know the world been waiting for that

Or do you buckle your knees when you're hit,

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Cause bitch, you can try and spit shit or take a hit/