This is a song about "Clothes"

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

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

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero