This is a song about "Custom"

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Busy raising babies and living on tour

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/