This is a song about "Vintage clothing"

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

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

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

I broke mama heart with no college

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

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

Rather beatin on the bitch