The New Face of Fashion

I think we need to talk, brother I seen you at the club, you cut those jeans with a boxcutter That ain’t a natural rip or tear I don’t get why you're trying to fix your hair Dunks are dead when I fucking say so My good friends, they no longer go to Halo Cause people there look at you without choices Your clothes seem a lot like your voices And that don’t sit well, you usually stand Take your gloves off if you ain’t using your hands I do the Cadence Stomp, I swear it’s the best dance Rappers give up, they all wear sweatpants Colored bandanas and oversized jerseys They rock the same steez even when they’re over 30 But that red on black number about gun culture Makes me not wanna tell the cops, gosh! I wear pink unironically And wave my big fist at my friend androgyny I am the ironic black at your fake Cobrasnake House party, color me Moriarty Very fashionable miss I think that you’re very fashionable miss Girl, don’t try and cop me a call If what you rock’s from some shop that they got in the mall You probably shouldn’t have bought that at all Do you have any respect for yourself? Not at all My apologies, I worked at a thrift store Your style is dead, brought you flowers from the gift store Hipster, scenester, I don’t care like Weez-L But I’d feel like an ad if my shirt said Diesel I’m not a Kid Millionaire, I pass rockets While you pay a few bills for some hooks on your ass pockets It’s just another cash crop Busting in the crib like Trudeau wearing an ascot My dear, it’s an art to see your pants drop Give ‘em a little run, they get big headed like a mascot You’re on the hustle bus but it’s your last stop Have-nots worry, they all scurry ‘til the math drops Very fashionable miss I think that you’re very fashionable miss Heavy drinkers, we bump the Heavy Blinkers We don’t do much and we don’t do Much We’ll use them but they won’t use us Cause these little girls won’t come for free With Nudie Jeans and chaste face paint They game break, within all the tastes that they make They hate, anyone that looks different They contradict, they remind me of good prisons No decisions, you know why they call it a catwalk Cause it’s a thin line from which many in the past dropped You cast offs, cut outs, misshapes I’d rock a lampshade if I could get some fixed pay They wanna blow up like Rick James Until designers run through and they give them the ixnay It’s a sick game, but I know girls that play it They slang power-u to the dudes that say this Very fashionable miss I think that you’re very fashionable miss