This is a song about "Broke clothes"

All we need is convienient love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Life's too short to not go for broke

Where rules get followed

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

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

On top of that, i’m broke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

I fucking hate this job

Was a ghost at the most, broke

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,