This is a song about "Kit wit"

Tryna battle wit no wits

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Don't smoke no loud wit us

Uoeno i was wit it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

A sedative saves me from a medic kit

Except wit no title

She grabs the yellow bottle

Lady at the frank stand will

Except wit no title