This is a song about "Fitted 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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Spit till fitted, rubs this subliminal mindd shifted to saying bitch im gifted...

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

With suits blacker than huey freeman

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs