This is a song about "You hit me"

Three times cause fate had my side

Can i hit you up tonight

It's how we put it there

Them bullets hit you everywhere

Over me the same peeps that have died

Can i hit you up tonight

After he just got out, 15 years to count

It'll be two hits, i hit you, you hit the ground,

Hit em how do you function?

Catch you up on places i've been

But you the last one he hit

The dead society of a poet

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I'm tryna hit you with nothing but lyrical precision now let me

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan