This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

Yeah, look here i pay dues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

You know that love is a very serious thing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

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

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

I trap factors like a pig laugh or hangers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

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