Thugstin - A Hit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Thugstin]
He petty pens righteous shit
Restless nights he writes this shit
For like, five fans who like his shit
Who are waiting for a fucking hit
But honestly he can't produce;
Flawlessly he pops a deuce
And peaces out on his fucking crew
Trips acid and fucking shrooms
When he's crashing in a fucking spiral
Not a hits gone fucking viral
And his hearts slowing not showing vitals
Scratch his life out like some fucking vinyl
Scratch it out, crashing down
Fake a smile like a fucking clown
Who's down in the dumps and around
A school and a playground
Kid's played with like his emotions
And he's tired of the fucking notion
That his career has fucking frozen
And he can't get it back in motion
No no, he's fucking lost it
Not sure if he ever got it
Locked up his glossed locket
And shoved it in his fuckin pocket
A locket holding all his dreams
Of getting big to hit mainstream
And the he'll rep his fucking team
Hashtag nom we fucking mean
You see, dont want to waste any talent
Get off track like a fucking foul hit
Like im smashed with a fucking mallet
Then wipe me up with a fucking towellete