This is a song about "Fitte suits"

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

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

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

Talking about the god you serve