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

I like a broad that has fashion gold,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

You sound like a lazy wanna be activist throwing a fit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

I don't wanna be a jerk, im just in a bad mood,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Girls dont wanna be near you like a teenager with chores

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

That such a place exists, but that's where she wanna be

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Burberry, quite a hell

Like a fashion cartel,

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga