This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

You appear as if you care

Like a fashion cartel,

Focus let me show you the light

You don't even know the hype

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin