This is a song about "Fits"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

By covering this tube in lube so it fits!

Nostalgic epileptic yeah bitch i miss fits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Whether my music fits into every scenery

He's not famous, throws pussy fits, obviously brainless

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix