This is a song about "Geting fit"

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

If you have an insolent bitch fit

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

My every words a perfect fit

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

And, there's no time so fit,

Drink your ice tea and enjoy geting beaten by me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready