This is a song about "Designer"

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

My four-four's givin payback

In their designer jean's back