This is a song about "Clothes"

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

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

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

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

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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