This is a song about "Clothes"

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

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