This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

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

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

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

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

Right out your clothes and still leave ya soaked

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost