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

Got my clothes togeather had a meeting with universal

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

From mechanic shop to full time, never took a vacation

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

Faded like a barber shop

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

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

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop