This is a song about "Designer clothes"

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

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

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

You can hear it in my lyrics

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

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