This is a song about "Clothes"

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

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

Just to be around you is a blessing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

And trying to start today with arguments

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though