This is a song about "Fashion killer"

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

I have no killer degree, cause

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.