This is a song about "Clothes and getting money"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Thought that getting money was the only payment

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Where you belong with your family

In other words i'm getting money

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

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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