This is a song about "Fits"

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

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

We got money to go get baby

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

But it fits better in the ground.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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