This is a song about "Clothes"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes