This is a song about "Prada"

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

To liberate yourself, africa

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb