This is a song about "Designer"

And then along came the wrong man for her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

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

Sneak up on attack

In their designer jean's back