This is a song about "Custom"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Busy raising babies and living on tour

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

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip