This is a song about "Fashion weed drugs strive prosper"

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

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

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

One one six my favorite fashion

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

I stay alive till the day i strive

You should forever venture and strive for better things like champions

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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