This is a song about "Prada"

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,

God has blessed her, prada dresser

And there's little to be glad for

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Used to call me the african don dada

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform