This is a song about "Style fashion"

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

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I fuck and kill just cause its in fashion

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

One one six my favorite fashion

What up girl, tell me how you been

It was different version and a different style.

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

I never smiled as a juvenile

Finally finna find a child's style

New passions, enemies new fashion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win