This is a song about "Designer shit"

And drop the gossip shit,

With g's in my pocket

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

All this medication doesn't help shit,

You're very attractive, and notice that

All my niggas still drilling shit

Bet i'm heavy with that

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

This rap was pretty shit,

And you all will respect that

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

I know what you do with that

Give me it holy shit