This is a song about "A textile designer named kacei"

Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Hold up yea we the best

I got a friend named chris rent

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

My all gold rolly or the

I met this girl named mariana

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,