This is a song about "Designer"

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

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

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Yeah, the sex in the sack

In their designer jean's back

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets