This is a song about "Fit it"

Why don't i find it fit to just give up and slowly die.

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And the reason that i'm going

I couldn't possibly fit in

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

No benefits still a nigga had hissy fit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

The shit he did, didn't fit it. hit it broke, you joke, bits fell to hell.

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Do it really quick so my momma dont throw a fit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket