This is a song about "Clothes"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

I don't normally, i-i-i don't normally

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing