This is a song about "Try to fit in"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Things happen like a puzzle and it was your turn to fit

Blows truth he has a wish to have the task fit

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

I dont care how hard its gonna be to fit in

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Because you have to fit a label now to fit a label

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Rack, rack city shit

He never fit in, always faking sick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

The teachers try to send you out and hang me in

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Now this isn't vista, this is just enough to fit