This is a song about "Disigner clothes"

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

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

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

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes