This is a song about "Fashion killer"

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I have no killer degree, cause

Always knew where the pot was

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

In a fashion no one could ever imagine