This is a song about "Fashion and hype"

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

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

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.

Whether you wrong or you right

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

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

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

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The hype i create in sensational