This is a song about "Designer clothing"

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

In their designer jean's back

And daddy's in the cadillac

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves