This is a song about "Fitting out"

Maybe when those flames blow out

Get yours; you know what this about

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Fitting of my eminent stature

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Fitting ya without ma gang

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

I've got nothin' to worry about

Someone better let rick james out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Dick her down kick her out

These shows be packing tight

Out of mind out of sight

While i rock out with my cock out

Or know what its about