This is a song about "Fitting"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

Fitting ya without ma gang

What you talking about? lil man

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

Been here for long i'm fitting the moments, flows in like oceans

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Fitting of my eminent stature

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

Give this flagrant bitch a fitting rhinoplasty n' smash his face until he "nose" why

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die