This is a song about "Custom"

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing