This is a song about "I m good in fashion"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

So drop the slam and lets get sick

In a fashion no one could ever imagine

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

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

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

After every show, a dream she hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

I'm not into fashion, but what i do's for a reason

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son