This is a song about "Fitte suits"

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

What up girl, tell me how you been

With suits blacker than huey freeman

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

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

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

Jordan 4s won't find me in no loafers

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs