This is a song about "Fashion"

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

See me, be complimenting my swagger fashion

So if it comes down, may the best man win

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I wear yo girl out like a fashion statement