This is a song about "Clothes and shoe"

And i flew past the people who knew that my shoe was new

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

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

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

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

I was disgusted at you,threw all your clothes out and burnt them to ashes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked