This is a song about "Clothes hangers"

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

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

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes