This is a song about "Designer shit"

In their designer jean's back

Twista finna get up on the track

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

Bitch you should see my wallet

Everything is just full of shit.

Give me it holy shit

You know, work that

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

After that moscato hit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

A little piece of shit

You ain't gon find that

This rap was pretty shit,

And you all will respect that