This is a song about "Designer"

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

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

Another day as i step out the door

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em