This is a song about "Fitted suits"

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

With suits blacker than huey freeman

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Finish fast a biggish blast will knock their fitted caps over

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

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

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

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

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that