This is a song about "Dirty clothes"

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

With the piece that kel was rocking

Sniffing his dirty washing!

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Route 66 & plus, i'm only stopping to change clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,