This is a song about "Fits"

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

But it fits better in the ground.

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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