This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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