This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

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

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

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all