This is a song about "Vintage clothing"

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Quickly replacing any clothing that was strafed and warn..

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

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

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

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

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

With or without clothing, next to the decomposing

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

Aging like wine, just check my vintage

And that's why they called you bitch

Turn on rhapsody starin at my dad's vintage cleats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats