This is a song about "Wit"

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

My squad is who i get it wit

You messin wit da truth,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Lady at the frank stand will

Except wit no title

I can do this music the way i do because im wit

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

Niggas talk with limited service

Don't smoke no loud wit us

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit