This is a song about "Fashion"

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Don't care about cool fashion/i'm a loose cannon

What up girl, tell me how you been

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

With a little bit of passion

One one six my favorite fashion

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win