This is a song about "Fitte suits"

With suits blacker than huey freeman

Me and my microphone could be one

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

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

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

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

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

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