This is a song about "Designer clothes"

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

And daddy's in the cadillac

In their designer jean's back

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Cuz no one wears clothes like tht anymore

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

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

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Please put that in your notes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes