This is a song about "Victorian fashion"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

But for long time i had gone cold

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

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

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader