This is a song about "Fitting in with people"

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

Fitting ya without ma gang

Both: this the perfect plan

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

Tried to talk with people like (proclaiming)

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

With lack of compassion in people though

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Young folarin, gold bottles, we so thorough

Setting people on fire with this inferno

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Fitting of my eminent stature

When you talkin illest rapper