This is a song about "Fashion killa"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

One one six my favorite fashion

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

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

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I'm a killa it's true

I'm a still love you

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

In a fashion no one could ever imagine