This is a song about "Clothes"

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

He dont want the diamonds

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

My time with their half-witted reviews

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

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

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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