This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

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

So i'm writing you this letter

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

I trap factors like a pig laugh or hangers

Better yet they work my every nerve

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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