This is a song about "Clothes"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

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

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

With women with issues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids