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

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

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Unanimously named the game's president/

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

By a crackhead named june

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I met this girl named mariana

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile