This is a song about "Danas clothes"

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

If you try to give it to me at the door

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

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

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

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Real light jab to opponents

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks