This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

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

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

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Dominating of the eastside shall commence