This is a song about "Clothes and shoe"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

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