This is a song about "Victorian fashion"

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

One one six my favorite fashion

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

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

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