This is a song about "Fitted"

That creased up white tee...fresh fitted raider hat...always stay strapped test me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I never crack i got that chap stick

Cause it’ll part the red c on your clubs fitted

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it