This is a song about "Designer"

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

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

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

You got reason to brag

In their designer jean's back