This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

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

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

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Might seem like little hype and i'm wasting my teen years

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Like a fashion cartel,

They tryin to say that i don't care

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win