This is a song about "Clothes"

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

One life to live but they all doing life bids

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

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

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

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

Actually, its adorable to see his clothes

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

With women with issues

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse