This is a song about "Trying to fit in"

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

I'm in a battle trying to do it both.

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Shoving it in, but it just won't fit!

The dead society of a poet

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Prison cold gotta get in where i fit in before i am to old

I couldn't possibly fit in

I say that keeps me going

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Let the syllable kid from singapore spit in a cynical fit