This is a song about "Designer clithe"

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

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

My four-four's givin payback

In their designer jean's back

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves