This is a song about "Clothes and shoe"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

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

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

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words