This is a song about "Cold clothes"

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Zero options to choose