This is a song about "Fit whit this pen"

With this one last line, ill add the cap to the pen

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Switchin pitches just to fit this rhythm stitched in so dope on it

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Just another artist, and this was his pen

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

In a blink my pen drips a script of this shit and i ignite

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Now this isn't vista, this is just enough to fit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

My head was not small enough to fit this room