This is a song about "Fashion drugs money"

I fuck and kill just cause its in fashion

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

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

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

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

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

People don't condone what they've never seen

U got all them drums in there

Like a fashion cartel,

New passions, enemies new fashion

Catch you up on places i've been

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

In a fashion no one could ever imagine