This is a song about "Trying to fit int"

I had to do what i seem would fit.

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Feeble prayers to fit in bread crumbs in their stay

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Blows truth he has a wish to have the task fit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Im trying to get outta here man im really trying