This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I trap factors like a pig laugh or hangers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

This is oh so much like getting votes