This is a song about "Suit sensors"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

That i have to respond wearing my suit on

My tuxedo is the best, i suit myself

So, just tell me something about yourself

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Money is essential so money, case, need job interviews so suit, case

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

I’m saving major loot

Pink bandanna is my suit

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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