This is a song about "A guy thats loks like ken barbie boyfriend saying that im roasted"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Versace versace im a young nigga thats rockin that versace

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Feels like a demon but its not its just uneven that this guy walks out eaten

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Just wanna rap and thats a fact that is why im tracing.

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

That poor guy cant even take a hit

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

No not really, im not a tough guy,

Maybe its this vicodin that strung me out like a violin thats why i'm white

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Im rapping about death cause im really that type of guy

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try