This is a song about "Danas clothes"

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Zero options to choose

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

You can hear it in my lyrics

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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