This is a song about "You hit"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

My underhand hit makes you rant shit "mistake"

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Just a rebound comin after you for the hit

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

When you hit rock bottom

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

Feel it like a fuckin fist hit you

I'll tell you baby that we're through

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Than hit you wit the ko like ali

So, i know you can't hit at all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call