This is a song about "Fitte suits"

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

With suits blacker than huey freeman

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

Jordan 4s won't find me in no loafers

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

I dont want to make it in a office like men in suits,

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules