This is a song about "Fitte suits"

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

#here these dumb ass suits say we ain't suited to dwell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

I'm at where you can't come like no semen

With suits blacker than huey freeman

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

So while the world goes drake crazy

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/