This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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