This is a song about "90s fashion"

In a fashion no one could ever imagine

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Don't care about cool fashion/i'm a loose cannon

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win