This is a song about "Fit bit"

Rack, rack city shit

To jump up and throw a fit

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

I wanna sip a lil bit

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

I know what you do with that

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit//

If you have another insolent bitch fit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit