This is a song about "Designer"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

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

In their designer jean's back

The third one is mixed, white and black

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And slid back north of course to pen more

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again