This is a song about "Custom"

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

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

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots