This is a song about "You hit"

And you could find interest

Hit you first on my hit list,

My underhand hit makes you rant shit "mistake"

And i could see you coming home after work late

Know you want me to fall

So, i know you can't hit at all

He won't sit down, given the crown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

You're uncool like my mother kin

Hit em how do you function?

Can i hit you up tonight

Which you know i'm different, right

It dont offend me, how many joints you hit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

When you hit rock bottom

Tryna find the one