This is a song about "Victorian fashion"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Your old fashion, jurassic rap is #panned without the #peter,

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

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

In a fashion no one could ever imagine

Like a fashion cartel,

Hey, you right there

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction