This is a song about "Custom"

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Or never say never though i admit

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/