This is a song about "Fashion icon"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

New passions, enemies new fashion

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

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Women front, they get its cold

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat