This is a song about "Clothes and skills"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Big said it, more money more ills

For all the rappers and skills

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Rhyming skills and concentration

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

And yeah i'm rockin skills they dirty as miley's clit is.

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

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