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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I met this girl named mariana

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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