This is a song about "Cross fit"

To jump up and throw a fit

Rack, rack city shit

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

And, there's no time so fit,

I couldn't possibly fit in

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Cross that shit off my checklist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

She wanted to fit in

It ain't where i been

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

I heard that statistic i almost cried

No benefits still a nigga had hissy fit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit