This is a song about "Clothes"

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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