This is a song about "Fitting"

But let me inspire someone who can

Fitting ya without ma gang

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Give this flagrant bitch a fitting rhinoplasty n' smash his face until he "nose" why

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

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

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