This is a song about "Clothes and shoe"

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

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

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Steal his clothes and give a sermon to his sheep and spit some blasphemy

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

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

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked

New canvas she need a new stroke

Mad, stealing clothes cause you broke, and you know that

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was