This is a song about "Clothes and shoes"

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words