This is a song about "Suits"

#here these dumb ass suits say we ain't suited to dwell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

With suits blacker than huey freeman

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den