This is a song about "Cool clothes"

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I know you think you cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

But she forgot about the golden rule

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool