This is a song about "Cool clothes"

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

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

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

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

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

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes