This is a song about "Fashion drugs money"

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

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

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.