This is a song about "Custom"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure