This is a song about "Web designer"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

The web you created in your head

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Can't win with a passive attack

In their designer jean's back

Best on this web-site,oh wait you already knew it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,