This is a song about "Fitting"

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But let me inspire someone who can

Fitting ya without ma gang

Fitting of my eminent stature

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

This ain't easy, im thinking

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more