This is a song about "Fitting in"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

And let it be taken in

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

In every thought, in every word

Taskforce reporting in

I get special attention

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

That the villains are pulling in

Look, they gon love me for my ambition