This is a song about "Trends"

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

We set trends, make tidal waves like hurricanes where the fuck where i be

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Strangles teens, who pretend to beat trends and be cleansed of these felons who clambered

But those same people are following trends, so what's the difference?

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Fuck trends be your own book, the headline article

And y'all still follow trends? all of y'all some damn fools.

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

I rather have a silver platter than- fall into life's badder trends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects