This is a song about "Wanna be a fashion model"

But now all changed i wanna be a dope rapper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

In untimely fashion in a grimy alleyway,

If i can leave this place, and just get away

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Dont wanna be a dumbass and look like a fool.