This is a song about "Suits and ties"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Of my mind as it ties thoughts of misery

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

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

Tailor made suits on overpaid chauffeurs

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Severing ties from those i despise, i can barely suffice.

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

I got two bitches they both wear bow ties

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price