This is a song about "Fashion killa"

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

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

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

And i like the hoes that need passion

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

Catch you up on places i've been

New passions, enemies new fashion

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again