This is a song about "Designer shit"

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Razor grips, laser spit

Not basic i change shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

This rap was pretty shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Give me it holy shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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