This is a song about "Clothes"

Let's have a toast for this new love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

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

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

Army stance, ready for war

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

This the newest wolf gang member