This is a song about "Fashion drugs money"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I fuck and kill just cause its in fashion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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