This is a song about "Clothes and shoe"

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

And became aimless like the guy who thew that shoe/

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

I tried the hip hop shoe on and it fit

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

The haters gonna walk up and spit on ya shoe

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu