This is a song about "Designer clothes"

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

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes