This is a song about "Designer clithe"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

This is why her nigga mad

In their designer jean's back

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

And there's little to be glad for

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,