This is a song about "Fresh and fitted"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Finish fast a biggish blast will knock their fitted caps over

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

What, is it served fresh with fries and a coke on the side?

Enouph i still feel fresh

I don't fear death

And manifest as stacks of fresh similes sick with these like a bad cough

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Fresh off my retreat and now its back leaving foes at my feet.

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated