This is a song about "Designer"

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

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

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Of impactful things one can ask for

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Snapple fact: you rather wack

In their designer jean's back

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans