This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

I trap factors like a pig laugh or hangers

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

And there's little to be glad for

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks