This is a song about "Best clothes"

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census