This is a song about "Fitted suits"

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

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

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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