This is a song about "Fashion"

I'm not into fashion, but what i do's for a reason

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I wear yo girl out like a fashion statement

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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