This is a song about "Fashion style"

They just hated my style,

Through the barbed wire

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Like a fashion cartel,

I said hey, you right there

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

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

Run for cover and return fire

I know you like my style

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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

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

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action