This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

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

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

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

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

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

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

You appear as if you care

Like a fashion cartel,