This is a song about "Designer"

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

And slid back north of course to pen more

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

In their designer jean's back

My four-four's givin payback