This is a song about "Clothes and skills"

For all the rappers and skills

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

The faker they shakin' my hand

And somehow the skills just come attached

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I've been spitting rages quite ill with mic skills and ripping stages,

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

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this