This is a song about "Dirty clothes"

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

This the newest wolf gang member

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry