This is a song about "Fitting in"

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

In a private jet while i'm walking in

And just looked at the whole situation

Stuck in the in the tub,

She was the queen of the club

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one