This is a song about "Clothes and skills"

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I sit and rap till my skills are perfected

My rhymes are crazy and my skills incontrovertible

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal