This is a song about "Clothes"

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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