This is a song about "Vintage clothing"

You'll never get to the top with your rotten clothing or are you just posing you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

You wonda why they call u bitch

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

Let's bring it back to that vintage slim, bitch!

Double m self made we forever rich

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff