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

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

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

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Found a man, named stan, but he knocked me out with a can,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I got a friend named chris rent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest