This is a song about "Designer shit"

And i must admit

Not basic i change shit

No swing and a miss shit,

You can feel it via spirit

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

Everything is just full of shit.

With g's in my pocket

All my niggas still drilling shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And slid back north of course to pen more

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