This is a song about "Suits"

Full of green gold hell yeah that suits me,

Summertime in the city

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

With suits blacker than huey freeman

They'll have to rename this one