This is a song about "Fashion killer"

New passions, enemies new fashion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

Even if you not a stripper

I have no killer degree, cause

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I decline for the moment he unfollows on twitter

She ain't know i was a killer

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

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

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