This is a song about "Vintage clothing"

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

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

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

Quickly replacing any clothing that was strafed and warn..

And these woman is loving the way that i perform