This is a song about "Prada"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Louis prada thats how i stunt

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Our children must be taught, of africa

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

And then along came the wrong man for her

God has blessed her, prada dresser

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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