This is a song about "Dress"

I dress fresher even my mother fucken blade sharp!

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

He screens every call and remember the blue dress

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Waistcoat under my tux because i always dress the best

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

My girl's looking gorgeous in a whore's dress

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real