This is a song about "Designer clothse"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

In their designer jean's back

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

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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