This is a song about "Designer shit"

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 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

This is like love, that you can never get

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Than life, i'm the fucking shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Florida, we runnin' this rap shit

I was on some tribal shit...

I put some cash in ya pocket

Bet i'm heavy with that

Baby im on my other shit,

And drop the gossip shit,

Now you got me hopped up on that