This is a song about "Custom"

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate