This is a song about "Victorian fashion"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

In a fashion and manner that only he the good lord can.

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

And i like the hoes that need passion

Imagine everyone flashing, fashion,

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

You think of fashion before it comes time for passion

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin