This is a song about "Clothes and getting money"

Thought that getting money was the only payment

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

So should i call him a try hard for his style and clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,