This is a song about "Designer goods"

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Of impactful things one can ask for

And that i should probably just drink more goods,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

The goods assures to fill neighborhoods with smoke from the backwoods

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine