This is a song about "Fashion model"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

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

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

In a fashion no one could ever imagine

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

And i like the hoes that need passion

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

Never said i was a role model so don't point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

My new bitch is now a model

With a honey in the middle