This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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