This is a song about "Dressed right"

What up girl, tell me how you been

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

A fake personality i dressed

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Or i'll come break ya back dressed up in a jason mask,

It would be weird if we dressed the same

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

You not dressed in blue,you ain't from my zoo

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

Cause im dressed to kill, fresh to death, get like me, bastard

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute