This is a song about "Edwardian fashion"

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Don't care about cool fashion/i'm a loose cannon

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

Woah there, woah there

Like a fashion cartel,