This is a song about "Custom"

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

My shit was submarine like, under ship

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Busy raising babies and living on tour