This is a song about "Fitting in"

They talk say cool jew na the man

Fitting ya without ma gang

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

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

You'd be better off fitting this dick in your mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

That bitch was racist, got me fired

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

So here i am at the store for some chips

Now see im going back in

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting