This is a song about "Victorian fashion"

I'm not into fashion, but what i do's for a reason

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

In a fashion no one could ever imagine

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

New passions, enemies new fashion

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols