This is a song about "You hit"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Bread crumbs in her cooch so you know i had to hit

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Hit you first on my hit list,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

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

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

Hit you with this iceberg

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

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

You are still kitsch, tryin' to make an ill hit,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I need to free them

When you hit rock bottom