This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

It still got a lil hype

Don't you leave a seed in there

Like a fashion cartel,

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

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

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I fuck and kill just cause its in fashion

And i like the hoes that need passion

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

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