This is a song about "Fashion killer"

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I mean of course just the same old

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Or something that you paid for

I slay em like a #serial #killer

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

No days off and that's even on a snow day

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

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

No, not on top but down there

Like a fashion cartel,

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

No, i'm an intricate minded killer/