This is a song about "Fitte suits"

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

Specially equities, reckon we smile

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

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

With suits blacker than huey freeman

And it rules everything around them