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

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Lollipop from a candy shop,

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

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Faded like a barber shop

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

This is the part where we run hip hop

I'm sittin in the barber shop

Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal

Ya winslower, than laura, though you niggas urkel

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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