This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

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

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

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

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

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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