This is a song about "Clothes from a thrift shop"

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Faded like a barber shop

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Steal his clothes and give a sermon to his sheep and spit some blasphemy

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Faded like a barber shop

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Now i can't afford clothes from the god damn thrift shop