This is a song about "Fits"

So lucid lucifer would lose it if the shoe fits shooting clips before the truth admits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Whatever, your name is wack as hell, so it fits you perfect.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Nostalgic epileptic yeah bitch i miss fits

I just might throw a big amount

But it fits better in the ground.

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and