This is a song about "Fits"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nostalgic epileptic yeah bitch i miss fits

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

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

But shit won't have to hear her shit fits anymore,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

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

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Don't write a line just cause the rhyme fits.

Cause, see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits i'll wear it

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits