This is a song about "Designer"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Snapple fact: you rather wack

In their designer jean's back

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

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

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

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