This is a song about "Black clothes fly"

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

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

With women with issues

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

All you niggas die

Step back and watch me fly

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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