This is a song about "Designer clothes"

In their designer jean's back

I'm about to snap

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

Now concentrate until you get the juice