This is a song about "Cool clothes"

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

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

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

I know you think you cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

He dont want the diamonds