This is a song about "Wit"

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

Been hit wit suspicion

It ain't where i been

I bleed for thats who im rolling wit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Uoeno i was wit it

As i light one for ill will

Except wit no title

You're uncool like my mother kin

To the homie wit no discretion

"look at her i'ma bruise her clit" thats just dimi's wit

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit