This is a song about "Custom"

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/