This is a song about "Suit sensors"

There’s nothing positive about that man in the suit,

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Your that shit you must be under a curse, so feminine youd probably suit a purse

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

This rap shit don't suit you, rather shoot you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

This mahfucka says hes growin a beard but all i can see is glued on pubes that aint even his,

Takes me one second to score like kunitz, a millisecond to take these rhymes and make it suit this

That happen to act like a black president

Positioning these words to lines that suit best

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top