This is a song about "Fashion"

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I wear yo girl out like a fashion statement

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

See me, be complimenting my swagger fashion

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,