This is a song about "Fashion style"

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Finally finna find a child's style

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

Bitch i'm on fire

They just hated my style,