This is a song about "Brothers clothes"

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

My only real influences were my brothers,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks