This is a song about "Getting fit"

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Things happen like a puzzle and it was your turn to fit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Got my moms and pops always throwing a fit

And i like the hoes that need passion

I couldn't possibly fit in

I had to do what i seem would fit.

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

But you're gonna have a fit

And my momma keep smoking that shit

To jump up and throw a fit

So i banged for a minute

Go where you ain't been

She wanted to fit in