This is a song about "Knit"

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You can never knit the rhymes like me try and get your palm cut

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Little shit who can't knit a good verse to spit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

And however i try i cant make my ends knit

Knit the numeral 6 into your skin with string but slip,

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit