This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

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

Twista finna get up on the track

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

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

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Lose your sundress and shoes, and lemme lay it on you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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