This is a song about "Fitting"

Huh, i can't interpret her

Fitting of my eminent stature

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

So part of the plan

Fitting ya without ma gang

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

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

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die