This is a song about "Brothers clothes"

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

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