This is a song about "Fashion style"

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

In a fashion no one could ever imagine

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

For living my life style

When it comes to spitting that fire

That it's been awhile

Try to get wit my style

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile