This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

Ain't that how black's do it, right

You don't even know the hype

And i like the hoes that need passion

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

One one six my favorite fashion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

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

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

See me, be complimenting my swagger fashion

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

The hype i create in sensational