This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

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

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

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

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth